Writing - Tamingthemuse challenge.
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jadedmusingsTitle: Love to Hate
Fandom: Original
Prompt: #202 - Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure
Warnings: Short mention of violent sex, one dropping of the f-bomb.
Rating: R (For talk of violence and death.)
Summary: Selene talks of hatred and her desire for vengeance.
Wordcount: 598 Short 'n sweet
Notes: Selene is a former a role-play character of mine who will one day have at least one novel written about her (urban fantasy/dark fantasy if you're curious). She's an assassin who loses everything when a rival crime boss kills her boss/lover, thus why she was the perfect choice for this prompt. That, and I just have a hell of a lot of fun writing for her.
Love is such a fragile thing. A harsh word uttered in the heat of a fight, a single moment’s surrender to temptation, or the mere passage of time can shatter love like fine crystal. Sometimes it can be repaired, but doubt fills the cracks where the fractured pieces meet making it weaker and that much easier to break. The cycle repeats and love is broken again and again until there is nothing left but dust. Hatred fills the empty space love leaves behind, and unlike love, hatred endures.
It is easier to hate than it is to love. An individual can be hated on the basis of his race, religion, his culture, or even the length of his hair. To love is trickier, and to love a person is to know some part of her. It isn’t necessary to know in order to hate, though the more that is known, the more there is to hate. And should an individual slight another in some way, the hatred felt for him can be endless.
I don’t know that I ever loved Mykalos. I know that I dream of him and I can remember the taste of his lips on mine. There is a part of me that aches to feel him next to me once more, but those feelings are eclipsed by the hate I feel for Perun. That hatred sustains me in a way that Mykalos never did. It gives me purpose and keeps me going when everything around me crumbles. His death is an ever-fixed mark on a trail full of twists, turns, and dead ends. I never yearned for Mykalos’s affections the way I do for Perun’s end. Love can be such a fleeting, temporary emotion, but hatred burns me like nothing else. When compared to love, hatred is by far the longest pleasure.
Countless hours have been spent plotting my vengeance against Perun. Every breath I take is one breath closer to his last. My every action is planned so that it inches me further along the path toward robbing him of everything he cares for, just as he did to me. At night I envision the light fading from his eyes as I slowly strangle the life out of him, and when the nightmares come and I see Mykalos’s blood splattered across the concrete floor, I awake with my hatred renewed. The anger fills my veins and inflames me so that sometimes I shake with a fury that I fear not even Perun’s complete destruction will quench.
Sometimes I fear the wrath will consume me until nothing is left but a hollow shell. I fear it is entirely too possible that once I succeed, it will strip me of my purpose to continue living and I will die soon after. These fears I keep to myself lest Volos chide me for being foolish or too philosophical. But the hatred burns him too, and in his eyes I have seen Perun’s death played out time and time again. We are both tainted by it and it has become inescapable, even through physical pleasure. When we fuck, it’s there urging us on, turning sex into something brutal and violent. We inflict our pain on each other’s flesh, and we’re left gasping for more before the act is finished. The desire for death has become our aphrodisiac of choice, and though it should bother me when he takes me after each new kill, it doesn’t. It’s one death closer to Perun, one more crack in the foundation of his empire.
And I love every second of it.
Fandom: Original
Prompt: #202 - Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure
Warnings: Short mention of violent sex, one dropping of the f-bomb.
Rating: R (For talk of violence and death.)
Summary: Selene talks of hatred and her desire for vengeance.
Wordcount: 598 Short 'n sweet
Notes: Selene is a former a role-play character of mine who will one day have at least one novel written about her (urban fantasy/dark fantasy if you're curious). She's an assassin who loses everything when a rival crime boss kills her boss/lover, thus why she was the perfect choice for this prompt. That, and I just have a hell of a lot of fun writing for her.
Love is such a fragile thing. A harsh word uttered in the heat of a fight, a single moment’s surrender to temptation, or the mere passage of time can shatter love like fine crystal. Sometimes it can be repaired, but doubt fills the cracks where the fractured pieces meet making it weaker and that much easier to break. The cycle repeats and love is broken again and again until there is nothing left but dust. Hatred fills the empty space love leaves behind, and unlike love, hatred endures.
It is easier to hate than it is to love. An individual can be hated on the basis of his race, religion, his culture, or even the length of his hair. To love is trickier, and to love a person is to know some part of her. It isn’t necessary to know in order to hate, though the more that is known, the more there is to hate. And should an individual slight another in some way, the hatred felt for him can be endless.
I don’t know that I ever loved Mykalos. I know that I dream of him and I can remember the taste of his lips on mine. There is a part of me that aches to feel him next to me once more, but those feelings are eclipsed by the hate I feel for Perun. That hatred sustains me in a way that Mykalos never did. It gives me purpose and keeps me going when everything around me crumbles. His death is an ever-fixed mark on a trail full of twists, turns, and dead ends. I never yearned for Mykalos’s affections the way I do for Perun’s end. Love can be such a fleeting, temporary emotion, but hatred burns me like nothing else. When compared to love, hatred is by far the longest pleasure.
Countless hours have been spent plotting my vengeance against Perun. Every breath I take is one breath closer to his last. My every action is planned so that it inches me further along the path toward robbing him of everything he cares for, just as he did to me. At night I envision the light fading from his eyes as I slowly strangle the life out of him, and when the nightmares come and I see Mykalos’s blood splattered across the concrete floor, I awake with my hatred renewed. The anger fills my veins and inflames me so that sometimes I shake with a fury that I fear not even Perun’s complete destruction will quench.
Sometimes I fear the wrath will consume me until nothing is left but a hollow shell. I fear it is entirely too possible that once I succeed, it will strip me of my purpose to continue living and I will die soon after. These fears I keep to myself lest Volos chide me for being foolish or too philosophical. But the hatred burns him too, and in his eyes I have seen Perun’s death played out time and time again. We are both tainted by it and it has become inescapable, even through physical pleasure. When we fuck, it’s there urging us on, turning sex into something brutal and violent. We inflict our pain on each other’s flesh, and we’re left gasping for more before the act is finished. The desire for death has become our aphrodisiac of choice, and though it should bother me when he takes me after each new kill, it doesn’t. It’s one death closer to Perun, one more crack in the foundation of his empire.
And I love every second of it.
