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sixwordstories2013-01-18 11:19 am
forgottenmotley) wrote in sixwordstories2013-01-18 11:19 am
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[Talking to a stack of napkins.]
[Another grin] Yeah, we pretty much are in my universe.
[And he'll peer right back now, wondering what kind of Alec this really is] Uhm. Not unless Heaven sees fit to give me that information.
[And he'll peer right back now, wondering what kind of Alec this really is] Uhm. Not unless Heaven sees fit to give me that information.
That sounds good. We should have someone proper fitting.
[He straightens briefly.]
Heaven?
[He straightens briefly.]
Heaven?
Yeah, Heaven. [He manifests his wings, which appear as normal angel wings, except the longer flight feathers are now tipped with black. Where the base of the wings meet his clothed back, the subatomic particles are hazy and difficult to focus on]
That's who I answer to. Most of the time. Some of the time.
Occasionally...
That's who I answer to. Most of the time. Some of the time.
Occasionally...
I was someone else before I was given my motley.
You cannot be a friend and a lover at the same time?
And the Minstrel boy is often the Fool in stories, so yes he's very archetypal. Though I'm not the best singer or poet.
You cannot be a friend and a lover at the same time?
And the Minstrel boy is often the Fool in stories, so yes he's very archetypal. Though I'm not the best singer or poet.
I meant...the Page of Swords takes over. I cannot just be a friend or a lover, I have to wreck it, wreck either friendship or love, or both. By trying to be a hero, but really, just being combative.
But now that you mention it, that is a good question...can one be a friend and a lover at the same time? Sometimes the demands of these roles are incompatible. That does seem to be one of the issues.
[Removes himself firmly from those thoughts.]
But tell me about who you were before you were given your motley? And how did that happen?
And I'd guess you must be something of a poet, in order to be The Fool...
But now that you mention it, that is a good question...can one be a friend and a lover at the same time? Sometimes the demands of these roles are incompatible. That does seem to be one of the issues.
[Removes himself firmly from those thoughts.]
But tell me about who you were before you were given your motley? And how did that happen?
And I'd guess you must be something of a poet, in order to be The Fool...
Being a hero is a dangerous job, but it is a necessity. The world needs heroes to give people hope. If they have hope, then they can pretend not to be afraid and when their hope dies... [He gives a toothy smile, it's uncomfortable and predatory like.] Then they become desperate and all the better for me.
[As for the question of his origins he shrugs.]
I was a man who did something foolish and was given the motley because of it. [It's clearly not something he's interested in.] I can't say that my poetry is good or bad, it depends, of course on who you ask.
[As for the question of his origins he shrugs.]
I was a man who did something foolish and was given the motley because of it. [It's clearly not something he's interested in.] I can't say that my poetry is good or bad, it depends, of course on who you ask.
So you think heroes are...kind of expendable? [Perceives the predatory smile.] And...you, as the Fool, step in when the heroes fall by the wayside? Is that it? And are you saying that desperation somehow improves the people who once believed in those heroes?
If I may ask, what did you do that was foolish?
And who cares whether the poetry is good or bad? So long as you find it useful?
If I may ask, what did you do that was foolish?
And who cares whether the poetry is good or bad? So long as you find it useful?
Edited 2013-02-04 05:48 (UTC)
For me and my folk it does. But we like fear and people who are afraid.
I trusted the wrong people. The obviously wrong person who wanted to keep my soul.
I trusted the wrong people. The obviously wrong person who wanted to keep my soul.
Why do you like fear?
Sounds like you did what human beings always do. Or did you mean that person wanted your soul literally, not metaphorically?
Sounds like you did what human beings always do. Or did you mean that person wanted your soul literally, not metaphorically?
Edited 2013-02-04 10:26 (UTC)
Because I am a fear. The fear of being made a fool.
He wanted me to be with him forever as long as I lived and made a deal with a Shining One -a demon- to get me.
He wanted me to be with him forever as long as I lived and made a deal with a Shining One -a demon- to get me.
[Slowly] What a strange fate...
And what happened with the demon?
And what happened with the demon?
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