destroy me
You know my weaknesses. Use them. Come at me with your razors, your whips, and your brandy. It is not these things i fear.
No.
Pain can break me, make me pliable, render me less. Use it. Do not heed my cries for mercy, for that is my weapon. i know your weaknesses and i am not above exploiting them. You need me in ways you cannot admit, and it is there that i triumph, for i know of my own need. Know of it and offer it eagerly.
Can you destroy me? Mm. ~soft laugh~ Can you rip from me my precious silver linings, strip me of my optimism? i don’t think so. i think you fear my destruction, not for what it will do to me, but for what it will do to you.
Destroy me. God, yes. Please. Destroy me.
Then find a way to live with it.
Very powerful. Provoking, haunting.
3barque,
Ah, thank you. Seems only fair, as your writing often haunts me.
elise
One part Defiance
One part Beligerence
One part Logic
Blend well and serve in a tall, frosted goblet.
My kind of cock-tale. Delicious.
Thank you, Kaz.
elise
Excellent
Thank you.
elise
I agree with Kaz on the three parts, blended well. Very tasty.
Mm hmm. But you each left out a key ingredient.
Need.
His. And mine.
elise
I prefer to see it as momentary thirst for a particular flavor that can be momentarily quenched rather than need which is usually one flavor only but all encompassing and consuming.
Mm. i happen to like being encompassed and consumed. It’s sort of a “thing” with me.
elise