& before we are born we have nothing to do with anything
that ever was, or was not.
     
    13th-Sep-2008 12:32 pm - Metamorphosis.
    I can see you've been shooting me skeptical looks all night, waiting for someone else to say something first, so you don't wind up looking stupid. Don't worry, you're smarter than ninety percent of the people in here for even noticing -- and smarter than the other ten percent for not shooting your mouth off about it. Most never notice, anyway. Is this seat taken? No, you say? Good, it is now. I could use a drink to wash down that sorry excuse for ale they have here. Worse than that orcish crap they try to sell at the place next door. The taverns are falling to Hell around here, go figure, just when the place started to grow on me. Not that I'd be heartbroken to leave.

    Whatever, just tell them to send something a little better quality - anything but this swill - over when they come, all right? I hate to be interrupted.


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    I'll never forget the first time I saw her.

    Not that, in all reality, it was that much different from any other time after it, mind you. But then, it wasn't so much what she was doing, where we were, or even that she was unnervingly beautiful.. but that I saw her. You have to understand, the thing about that was, I didn't see people. They didn't matter. They flowed past and around me in black and white streams, all the same, speaking with one voice as an ocean of faceless nobodies (that could've much been the same person for all I was concerned), and I couldn't have cared less. An ideal world for me was one I didn't touch and, in return, did not touch me. The job came in, the money passed hands, I went through the motions, never questioning. The guild loved me for my simplicity.


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    There's a few very detrimental things I've learned since I started engaging in sexual escapades with women, bits of information which I have deemed as invaluable lessons not to be soon forgotten. The first of those things is that I'm gifted with unusually large equipment; this I learned when I entered Maggie Brown for the first time, and she had to bury her face in my shoulder not to scream. The second is that you will never truly know a person until you're alone with them in the bedroom; it is then that you can genuinely unmask a woman, and make her yours forever. The third, and most important, is understanding what a woman wanted when she looked at me. That, when women came to my door in the middle of the night, it was because they wanted someone strong, someone dangerous, someone who would take everything from them and not apologize.   

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    I had another dream about her last night. I awoke to the smell of her on my pillows, as if she'd just been there, taunting my senses with the lingering perfume of jasmine, and something far less ladylike. I could still feel the heat of her skin against my body, the sensation of her golden hair sliding across my chest. I glanced across the bed at the two sleeping forms beside me, entangled with each other, and I realized that I couldn't even remember their names. It seemed that everyone wanted to be in the bed of the Champion, and the girls, an endless stream of socialites, peasants and serving girls alike, served as a pleasant distraction. 


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