Post by Elsceetaria on Oct 4, 2010 16:51:13 GMT 10
Title: Carving Stone
Rating: R (for violence)
Length:543 words
Category: Tortall
Summary: The Chamber reflects on young love made from stone.
Peculiar Pairing: Joren/The Chamber
He thought he was immune to me. He thought the rules didn’t apply. I knew him though, and he thought he knew me. True, I was filled with Stone Mountain stone, but that didn’t make him mine. I remember the first time he visited me. He was calm and cool like the world was his own. He placed his hand on my face, and I felt his love. I knew he was too young, just a page, but that no longer made a difference. I made him think I had opened my soul to him. I showed him love he had never known truly. It was easier than making squires believe in nightmares. It was easier than testing the weight of knights. As he grew he continued to come. He opened his soul for me although it wasn’t necessary. I heard his hopes and his dreams, and I responded with what I knew he needed to hear. Over time he came to do more than just place his hands on my door. He would press himself up to my face as if he was trying to become me. As though he thought the stone in him made us one. My face saw parts of his perfect beauty with a level of detail I usually saw during the ordeals and rarely then. He was beautiful and awkward, and our relationship was the same. Stone can be carved to perfection, but it is a slow and arduous process. It is, however, one that I enjoy more than anything else. I took him in and led him in a way. He was still young, so he believe me in everything I said to him. If I told him he was the best, he knew he was. It was as though I became the voice in his head. The voice that told he was wonderful that told him he was perfect that ultimately told him he was loved. Over time he spent less and less time, fewer and fewer nights at my door. I knew he was spending the time with his friends, or later, he was away with his knight master learning to be a knight. When he did return to me, though, everything was still the same. He opened up and showed me how he had changed. It was good to see the stone becoming more polished. Human humans are ultimately better than those made from stone. Eventually it came that he was to become a knight. He came as one of many to my chapel. In this aspect, he was the same as everyone else. Neither he nor I made any indication that things were any different. Then he entered my chamber. At first I made it ecstasy for him. I made the chamber to be the place he had dreamed of all these years. It was a place of love where I could show him the reality of our words over all the years of his visits. And then I turned, I took him and showed him the terror of my world. I took him and broke him slowly but surely. He whispered, “I thought you loved me.”
All I could reply was “You were too young” and with that I killed him.
Rating: R (for violence)
Length:543 words
Category: Tortall
Summary: The Chamber reflects on young love made from stone.
Peculiar Pairing: Joren/The Chamber
He thought he was immune to me. He thought the rules didn’t apply. I knew him though, and he thought he knew me. True, I was filled with Stone Mountain stone, but that didn’t make him mine. I remember the first time he visited me. He was calm and cool like the world was his own. He placed his hand on my face, and I felt his love. I knew he was too young, just a page, but that no longer made a difference. I made him think I had opened my soul to him. I showed him love he had never known truly. It was easier than making squires believe in nightmares. It was easier than testing the weight of knights. As he grew he continued to come. He opened his soul for me although it wasn’t necessary. I heard his hopes and his dreams, and I responded with what I knew he needed to hear. Over time he came to do more than just place his hands on my door. He would press himself up to my face as if he was trying to become me. As though he thought the stone in him made us one. My face saw parts of his perfect beauty with a level of detail I usually saw during the ordeals and rarely then. He was beautiful and awkward, and our relationship was the same. Stone can be carved to perfection, but it is a slow and arduous process. It is, however, one that I enjoy more than anything else. I took him in and led him in a way. He was still young, so he believe me in everything I said to him. If I told him he was the best, he knew he was. It was as though I became the voice in his head. The voice that told he was wonderful that told him he was perfect that ultimately told him he was loved. Over time he spent less and less time, fewer and fewer nights at my door. I knew he was spending the time with his friends, or later, he was away with his knight master learning to be a knight. When he did return to me, though, everything was still the same. He opened up and showed me how he had changed. It was good to see the stone becoming more polished. Human humans are ultimately better than those made from stone. Eventually it came that he was to become a knight. He came as one of many to my chapel. In this aspect, he was the same as everyone else. Neither he nor I made any indication that things were any different. Then he entered my chamber. At first I made it ecstasy for him. I made the chamber to be the place he had dreamed of all these years. It was a place of love where I could show him the reality of our words over all the years of his visits. And then I turned, I took him and showed him the terror of my world. I took him and broke him slowly but surely. He whispered, “I thought you loved me.”
All I could reply was “You were too young” and with that I killed him.