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Dec. 1st, 2003 05:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
amelialourdes
Okay you fan fic whores, lol, I'm currently writing two fan fics.
The book "Till We Have Faces" written by C.S. Lewis, and a conversation in my English class about this story influenced the following.
It's not completed AT ALL, so I guess you can call this a teaser.
Pairings: Brian and Justin
Genres: Romance, Fantasy, Greek Mythology
Rating: [WILL BE] NC-17, ha.
Warnings: I'm not sticking to the rules of mythology but have stuck to the general concept and idea of what this particular God embodies. Just a warning for hardcore mythologists, lol. Plays off the line, “I just saw the face of God … his name is Brian Kinney.” [ep. 101]
"...and Eros, the fairest of the deathless gods;
he unstrings the limbs and subdues both mind
and sensible thought in the breasts of all gods and all men."
(Hesiod, Theogony, 120-2)
Love Knows No Bounds
I am Eros, the God of Love. I am a breeze, touching one lover and then the next, as wind touches objects, and can disappear without a trace. I am the air between the lips of two lovers before an after they kiss. I am the heat felt during the first moment of attraction. Then I watch. I like to see my work completed. The two lovers look at one another, first with lust, a touch here and a touch there placed on the body. Then, they melt into one another. Often, this is sex, but sometimes, on the occasion, it’s simply a kiss.
I’ve been trying to understand mortals and their ways; sex has always been the most perplexing but the most pleasing. I am not ashamed to admit that I’ve pleasured myself during my observations but sometimes I wonder, wonder about what it would be like if I myself could find that mutual sense of attraction, guided by adoration, possibly even love. I violently shook the thought away and went back to my current task.
Gods are not assigned cases. We work on our own time, at our own accord and work with what we know and what we see. This explained, I am on Earth, observing people, looking to see which couples need that extra boost of confidence from me.
I hear the sound of beautiful music coming from a concert hall and I am drawn to it. I favored the arts for many were in fact, about me. My being moves into the large setting, the sound is incredible. I close my eyes for a moment, indulging myself to the sound of maybe one hundred instruments playing vivaciously, all at once. Suddenly, all the instruments fall back and only one is heard, a violin, playing with such energy and passion that I haven’t heard in quite some time, centuries even. I open my eyes to see the instrumentalist. He is young, certainly not the person I had expected to be performing. I was impressed.
He received praise, flowers and acknowledgement when he had finished. Arrogance he would never have if I weren’t around to inspire it. I followed him afterward, watching his every move. He greeted others with genuine appreciation and enthusiasm. He knew how to ‘work the crowd’, as they say. Then he was approached by another young man, a young man that brought a frown to my face.
He was beautiful this man, this boy. His beauty, upon first glance, exceeded my own and for that I was jealous, angry even. For a brief moment I disregarded this and turned my attention to the way the two were interacting. They were obviously attracted to one another. It was my duty to push the envelope, to make sure that their pairing was pure and joyous. But I couldn’t bring myself to do it, at least, not now. Later, I promised myself, when they were alone.
The more I watched, the more my curiosity peaked. There was no physical contact between them during their conversation despite the obvious sexual tension. This plagued me, for what reasons I did not know. I continued to watch them, they went home together as I expected, but appeared to be very discreet about the reunion.
“Wow, you were amazing!” the boy praised the protégée.
He gave a weary smile, “I could’ve made a crescendo during one of the last five measures,” he shrugged. “But thank you for saying so.”
The boy moved forward, seeking a kiss but the violinist backed away quickly, indicating to the driver of their limousine. “Ethan, are you serious?” the boy was upset. He quickly backed away from him, moving to the other side of the car.
“Jus –“ the other boy was exasperated. He ran his hands through his hair. “We’ll talk later.”
I could see the blonde boy, lost in thought, angry thoughts I’m sure.
They went back to the hotel, to a room that they both shared. I wasn’t surprised. The moment that they stepped into the room, the blonde boy began to voice his opinion on their current situation.
“Ethan, you’re telling me that I can’t even give you a kiss in front of the fucking limo driver?!” he screamed at his lover. “What do you think he’s going to do? Sell it to the National Enquirer, or whatever the fuck gossip newspaper they have here in Europe? Is that what they’re going to do?”
“Justin –”
So Justin was his name.
“We’ve been through this a hundred times! No one can know that I’m gay. If anything leaks out to the press or to the public, we can kiss our future goodbye! Is that what you want?” he moved forward, trying to grab on to Justin but Justin walked away abruptly.
“I’m starting to think that I do! I can’t hide who I am,” he said forcefully. “I never have. You are asking too much of me. I’ve lost everything in my life but fuck if you’re going to take away my identity. That is mine to keep,” so strong, such powerful words from someone who looked so innocent. He grabbed his jacket and left the room.
I followed him of course, wondering where he’d go after that stunning performance, somewhat better than the one I observed in the concert hall. He went to a club, a gay club, filled with dancing men, drugs and alcohol. Justin lost himself in this mess, making sure that he wouldn’t be able to remember what had happened mere moments ago. I was fascinated, unable to take my eyes off of him and the activities that he participated in. He took drugs, danced with men he cared nothing about and let them place their hands all over his body. He didn’t seem to mind that last part at all.
Watching him dance put me into a trance. Every movement he made was filled with beauty, beauty that he was unaware he possessed, I was sure of it. I wanted to touch him the way that the other men were touching him. I wanted to feel his pain, his sorrow, his anger.
I gave myself my moral form, making sure that I looked as the others here appeared, dressed the way that they did, smelled the way that they did, but I was still me. I approached the boy. His eyes were closed. He wouldn’t even see my face. With a stare I was able to make the other men leave him. I moved as he moved, as the others moved. I first placed my hands against his bare chest, his skin moist to my touch. I moved my hands up his chest to his rotating shoulders and then around his neck, unconsciously pulling him to me.
His movements slowed, he seemed to be moving where my hands were going. He turned around and now he was dancing against me, his ass narrowly missing my growing erection. Then he fell back into me, allowing me to put my arms completely around him. I stood taller than him, a few inches, just enough, perfect. He cocked his head to the right and I took it upon myself to reach up and touch that beautiful blonde hair. I put my nose to his neck, smelling to his perfection. I wanted to taste him, put my tongue against that skin and have him react. But I held back, instead, smelling his hair, touching his body.
When I realized that I had gone too far, that I let myself be this physically, and spiritually close to a mortal, I backed away. I backed away quickly, evaporating into the air. But I continued to watch. He almost immediately stopped dancing and looked around him quickly, expecting me to be there, expecting to meet me face to face. Was that a look of disappointment I saw? Whatever it was, what he was feeling at that moment, it was powerful enough to get him to stop. He ignored the looks of the men who wanted him, ignored the cat calls that he was receiving, and left. Was he going back to Ethan? Only one way to find out.
Tada! Feel free to comment but know I'm no where near done.
[EDIT, 7:42 PM - more added to the story!]
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Date: 2003-12-01 05:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-01 05:44 pm (UTC)Thanks! *crosses fingers* hope it turns out okay.
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Date: 2003-12-01 06:05 pm (UTC)I have been trying to think of a way to do this successfully... but alas nothing has worked. Hehe
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Date: 2003-12-01 09:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-01 05:58 pm (UTC)*does a little happy dance*
Just too awesome.
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Date: 2003-12-01 06:04 pm (UTC)I'll continue tonight!
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Date: 2003-12-01 06:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-03 08:26 pm (UTC)