Alec Troven (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
element_wizard) wrote2009-06-09 10:28 am
element_wizard) wrote2009-06-09 10:28 am
The house between the worlds
And then the house.
The house held memories of a life pruned. The path this house held in his life had been cut away. Pruned to nothing as it no longer fit. It was no longer relevant. He no longer had a wife and children. In a way, it was a relief.
He never cared for them. He'd never, ever, ever admit that out-loud. It's not something people said. They had been given to him because, of all things, a Hercules the Legendary Journeys episode. The one with the baby dragon who'd been caught and made to burn villages as extortion. At least, he thought that was the plot. The episode was only seen once. But the baby dragon caught his writer's fancy. As things did. So, he became the dragon's father. It worked, because his writer wanted it to work. If he fathered a child, then there must be a mother. Thus Braxious and Verra Rose came into his life.
Ah, Verra Rose. Alec reached up to touch one of the many orange roses that grew on the side of the house. He'd planted them for her. She loved orange roses. But he didn't love her. Not like a person loved a lover, the mother of their children. The emotions he felt towards her were just ... friendly. If at all. Not that he'd ever admit that either. There were somethings that shouldn't ever be said.
Saying them gave truth, even if it was a lie.
Their love was just placed upon them. Because that was how the world worked. At least until his writer discovered slash.
He laughed softly. He could remember all sorts of ways the writer tried to have him have sex with other men when they didn't know it was possible to do it as two men. Usually he ended up getting turned into a woman. Gender-flipping at its finest. Naivete. Maybe even the unconscious realities of the writer's gender-queerness.
Once it was realized though... that branch had to be cut off. The heterosexual one. He could no longer go against his character, right? How else could he grow properly?
Sitting down on the stoop he looked out at the large oak tree in across from the house. There he'd buried his family.
Their deaths had been violent.
It had to be. It had to be final. No going back. No retcons. No miraculous back from the dead. That part of his life was over. Done.
He mourned properly and then moved on.
What else could he do?
Which left only the house.
Should he keep it or should he let it go?
He didn't know.
The house held memories of a life pruned. The path this house held in his life had been cut away. Pruned to nothing as it no longer fit. It was no longer relevant. He no longer had a wife and children. In a way, it was a relief.
He never cared for them. He'd never, ever, ever admit that out-loud. It's not something people said. They had been given to him because, of all things, a Hercules the Legendary Journeys episode. The one with the baby dragon who'd been caught and made to burn villages as extortion. At least, he thought that was the plot. The episode was only seen once. But the baby dragon caught his writer's fancy. As things did. So, he became the dragon's father. It worked, because his writer wanted it to work. If he fathered a child, then there must be a mother. Thus Braxious and Verra Rose came into his life.
Ah, Verra Rose. Alec reached up to touch one of the many orange roses that grew on the side of the house. He'd planted them for her. She loved orange roses. But he didn't love her. Not like a person loved a lover, the mother of their children. The emotions he felt towards her were just ... friendly. If at all. Not that he'd ever admit that either. There were somethings that shouldn't ever be said.
Saying them gave truth, even if it was a lie.
Their love was just placed upon them. Because that was how the world worked. At least until his writer discovered slash.
He laughed softly. He could remember all sorts of ways the writer tried to have him have sex with other men when they didn't know it was possible to do it as two men. Usually he ended up getting turned into a woman. Gender-flipping at its finest. Naivete. Maybe even the unconscious realities of the writer's gender-queerness.
Once it was realized though... that branch had to be cut off. The heterosexual one. He could no longer go against his character, right? How else could he grow properly?
Sitting down on the stoop he looked out at the large oak tree in across from the house. There he'd buried his family.
Their deaths had been violent.
It had to be. It had to be final. No going back. No retcons. No miraculous back from the dead. That part of his life was over. Done.
He mourned properly and then moved on.
What else could he do?
Which left only the house.
Should he keep it or should he let it go?
He didn't know.
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Oh he's very good to me. *smiles goofily*
Waaaay still in the planning stages. I haven't even mentioned it to Phoenix yet.
I don't plan on letting it stop me. Sometimes it's good to remember and I've been trying to clean things up recently to make sure it's all tied up so nothing will come undone with the future.
Too much brooding here. We should go do something and catch up with our lives.
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*nod*
I understand that feeling. Really. *nods* Come on then, let's get out of here, go get a milkshake or something. We can come back later, or - you know, you can come back alone for more time to think. Just don't take too much time.
Where you want to go?
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Milkshakes sound good. I'm sure there's a good milkshake place in the Nexus Mall.
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I've ah, been hanging out with Lobo again lately, might be wanted in a couple places for a bar fight or three. So I think that maybe I should meet your friend alone, ok? And not bring the Czarnian. Yea, I think that sounds like a great idea.
... where is the Nexus Mall again?
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Tsk. You should stop that. *teasing* He's shy anyway, so I don't think I'd want to inflict Lobo on him.
...of course I wouldn't want to inflict Lobo on anyone.
I have no idea!
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... Neither would I.
This may present a problem you know...
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Naaah! Where's your sense of adventure?
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Well Fair Lady Leela, I say... thattaway. *And he walks off in a random direction!*
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*And whistling a quiet tune, she catches up to him and accompanies him in the direction he's going*
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*he whistles in counterpoint with her*