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"The Devil's Reasons Are Overrated" - an erasure - pg13
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dvd_commentary becaaauuuse I'm an attention whore and would flail to no end if anyone actually ever does one. In the grand tradition of attention whores, I am open to bribing you! :-D!
Anyway. For myerasureathon piece, I took two fairly light-hearted Merlin RPF fics about salad-hating and flat-warming parties, and turned it into something that's kind of dark and creepy, and probably isn't Merlin RPF anymore. Um. Sorry, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lovestories?
PS: anyone wanna give me more Top Fives?
The Devil's Reasons Are Overrated
an erasure of salad: the devil's food (shut up, katie) and reason #91 why flat-warming parties are overrated: rocks fall, people die (almost). pg13.
He should have known when he asked her
that something was wrong.
the script, broken,
"you said you were hungry"
And that was the problem really.
He for sympathy but given none.
"go on then, eat it."
he couldn't walk away
set the script down
pull out. peel off
expect a "Fine"
She reached down and ripped off his mouth
pick up the script
rearrange
it would be rude not to inflict any damage
the next morning she wakes up asking why
everyone already thinks to watch his ill will
gaining a reputation isn’t wise.
whenever someone brings a thousand variations, neither intimidating nor together,
this stops.
a look on her face suggests she would like to crawl under him
drive him to hope
and it’s not like he already knew
his mission says a consolation, more so for himself.
“You’re over. You’re over”
as she can’t sleep.
she wants to wake the dead
he’s a fire, hungry
his head a world of conclusions
living as quietly as possible
She opens her door,
makes it through only to
find no one there
And then she sees
a little less
a little more
she wasn’t either of those things.
she rushes in
he wakes.
He jerks, confused.
He doesn’t remember much
“I’m still alive
are you?”
the whole affair, like the blood it stains
was apparent
and sure enough, explaining things
opens a sudden realization
his half a memory only calls because
he doesn’t know she has him
instead.
conspicuously absent
is a room that might contain quiet
As the words from her mouth hit panic because “He’s fine,
honest to God” (in a coma, paralyzed, dead)
“I should go.–”
“I know”
her eyes convey more than words ever could.
“I’m not going to die.”
a joke,
but he doesn’t find it very funny.
to break the silence,
she would claim everything and then
“sorry, I was rambling, just
slap me when I do that”
as if testing to see if he’s just an apparition
And, suddenly, he understands.
He reaches up to take his say, to come close, for a bit.
the stillest Silence falls to break it
and it is close
enough.
dvd_commentary becaaauuuse I'm an attention whore and would flail to no end if anyone actually ever does one. In the grand tradition of attention whores, I am open to bribing you! :-D! Anyway. For my
erasureathon piece, I took two fairly light-hearted Merlin RPF fics about salad-hating and flat-warming parties, and turned it into something that's kind of dark and creepy, and probably isn't Merlin RPF anymore. Um. Sorry, lovestories?PS: anyone wanna give me more Top Fives?
The Devil's Reasons Are Overrated
an erasure of salad: the devil's food (shut up, katie) and reason #91 why flat-warming parties are overrated: rocks fall, people die (almost). pg13.
He should have known when he asked her
that something was wrong.
the script, broken,
"you said you were hungry"
And that was the problem really.
He for sympathy but given none.
"go on then, eat it."
he couldn't walk away
set the script down
pull out. peel off
expect a "Fine"
She reached down and ripped off his mouth
pick up the script
rearrange
it would be rude not to inflict any damage
the next morning she wakes up asking why
everyone already thinks to watch his ill will
gaining a reputation isn’t wise.
whenever someone brings a thousand variations, neither intimidating nor together,
this stops.
a look on her face suggests she would like to crawl under him
drive him to hope
and it’s not like he already knew
his mission says a consolation, more so for himself.
“You’re over. You’re over”
as she can’t sleep.
she wants to wake the dead
he’s a fire, hungry
his head a world of conclusions
living as quietly as possible
She opens her door,
makes it through only to
find no one there
And then she sees
a little less
a little more
she wasn’t either of those things.
she rushes in
he wakes.
He jerks, confused.
He doesn’t remember much
“I’m still alive
are you?”
the whole affair, like the blood it stains
was apparent
and sure enough, explaining things
opens a sudden realization
his half a memory only calls because
he doesn’t know she has him
instead.
conspicuously absent
is a room that might contain quiet
As the words from her mouth hit panic because “He’s fine,
honest to God” (in a coma, paralyzed, dead)
“I should go.–”
“I know”
her eyes convey more than words ever could.
“I’m not going to die.”
a joke,
but he doesn’t find it very funny.
to break the silence,
she would claim everything and then
“sorry, I was rambling, just
slap me when I do that”
as if testing to see if he’s just an apparition
And, suddenly, he understands.
He reaches up to take his say, to come close, for a bit.
the stillest Silence falls to break it
and it is close
enough.
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Really lovely.
I don't know why it took me until erasureathon to find your writing, and I did, and I'm playing much catchup and enjoying the Merlin and BDS fics.
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