17 Name: 19 : 2010-02-08 11:33 [Del]
au·toph·a·gy (ô-tòf¹e-jê) noun
The process of self-digestion by a cell through the action of enzymes originating within the same cell.
thirty pieces of silver
Theren didn't look at her. He'd filled his canteen with vodka and he sat in the hallway outside her cell, positioned so that he’d have to physically get up and walk towards her to see her. He drank, and he was trying not to think.
"Guard?"
“Don’t talk to me. Shut the fuck up and sit there. I have nothing to say to you."
18 Name: 19 : 2010-02-08 11:45 [Del]
al·che·my (àl¹ke-mê) noun
1. A medieval chemical philosophy having as its asserted aims the transmutation of base metals into gold, the discovery of the panacea, and the preparation of the elixir of longevity.
2. A seemingly magical power or process of transmuting: “He wondered by what alchemy it was changed, so that what sickened him one hour, maddened him with hunger the next” (Marjorie K. Rawlings).
[Middle English alkamie, from Old French alquemie, from Medieval Latin alchymia, from Arabic al-kìmiyâ’ : al, the + kìmiyâ’, chemistry (from Late Greek khêmeia, khumeia, perhaps from Greek Khêmia, Egypt).]
tree of forbidden knowledge
"Hey."
Oberon made an irritated noise. "Leander, go back to sleep. It's early."
19 Name: 19 : 2010-02-08 13:12 [Del]
Leander bit his lip. He was tempted to get up and go straight into the bedroom and shake Oberon until he told him what in the hell made him think a crazy thing like that.
He clicked next. The film began without introduction.
It was Oberon, sitting strapped into a chair. His hair was pulled back, and he was so thin you could see the bones of his face, his chest. The scars were still open wounds, here, and the eyes--
Leander gagged, and got up and wandered in a crooked circle, his face covered, but he could still see it.
There weren't any eyes.
Black holes, lined with red, the eyelids hanging in loose folds, the flesh around then stark and bruised.
He sat down again, and he thought, If I puke I've got to make sure not to do it on the computer. He made himself watch. Oberon had asked him to do this, and he would do it. Period.
20 Name: 19 : 2010-02-08 13:16 [Del]
It was like that now.
You can't, he wanted to scream out, and he tried to draw in breath to do it, and the iron across his throat, his ribs stopped him, drove out the breath he had never meant to take, and he was gasping, and Oberon's hands were bringing the band up, and he twisted, he thought he was, but it was really only a slight, convulsive jerk.
The band closed around his forehead, the tiny hooks dangling on their springs cold against his cheek like malevolent jewelry.
Oberon was drawing it tighter, tighter, and he could feel it bruising, could feel the fusion deep surreal pain of it pressing against his skull, and he tried to struggle again, and again it was only a weak uncertain motion of his head.
Am I just sitting here? Goddamnit, am I just SITTING HERE LETTING HIM KILL ME?
He was. He was doing just that.
21 Name: 19 : 2010-02-08 13:17 [Del]
Oberon's hands were still shaking, and he was aching everywhere, drawn into furious knots by an appetite he guessed was lust. And triumph. Lots and lots of that. He had won.
Leander was his.
He shot up, not heroin this time, and by the time Leander came back in, reeking of fire and flesh, he was lying in the bed again, the computer off and silent.
He didn't pretend to be sleeping. He watched Leander undress. "Is everything all right?" he asked, softly, once he trusted himself to speak.
Leander nodded. "Yeah. Everything is perfect." He picked up a cloth from the dressing table, meaning to wipe off the makeup.
22 Name: 19 : 2010-02-08 13:21 [Del]
Author's note:
(c) Me. Fuck you. Yes.
also continuity. It fails lots, dates, Leander's sexual grok, technology, I KNOW. I write in chunks that arrive and grow together, and I do my best. I fail at edit (hate) so, yeah.
Erm, enjoy? My email is the nineteen (at) hotmail dot com. No spaces. But feel free to email me. I am mostly friendly.
Be well and have fun.
23 Name: Anonymous : 2010-02-08 18:05 [Del]
I just read this entire thing in one sitting. You are an implausibly good writer.
24 Name: 19 : 2010-02-08 19:53 [Del]
Um, thank you? I'm not sure how to feel about "implausibly." It is indeed mine, complete with flaws. : ) Of all I have backlogged I thought this might suit you gurochan-dears the best, as "pg-13" as it is compared to later stuff. I wanted to get you out of Earth for awhile, as always. I hope I succeeded.
25 Name: REd : 2010-02-09 01:21 [Del]
Flaws yes, but delicious flaws. Oh this is excellent work, entrancing and very well written. Extremely so as an original story. I could edit and remove it's mistakes, correct some sentences, but it'd be best to leave it by itself in all it's glory.
I daresay it outshines even your vaunted Schadenfreude.
Bravo, good sir, bravo!
26 Name: Anonymous : 2010-02-09 03:05 [Del]
Started this at 11:50, just finished at 3:04 AM, SO glad you are still around here/
Loved the story and the bits with the eyes. Yum.
