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for asprompts: William Blake quote
Aug. 2nd, 2008 07:18 pmThose who restrain their desires do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained.
He is a man ruled by desire.
Sometimes, it sleeps in his chest, so quiet he nearly thinks it's gone, finally sated. Others, it thrashes and howls in his heart, like a wild beast, threatening to tear him apart if he ignores it.
Not that he does. He can't. Won't. The hunger is too strong when it cries freedom, and if he lets it guide him, he knows it'll bring him closer to God. To being God. So, he hatches careful plans, with that fire in his heart. He lies and cheats, counting out time in murder, and the screaming in his chest abates as he takes what was denied to him by Chandra Suresh. His right to be special.
He's never dreamed of it being any other way, but dreams as such fickle things. They quake and shatter and crumble - that much, he learned at the hands of a certain geneticist. And when his (everyone's) world falls apart when the virus hits, he learns it again. Oh, he's God alright, but there's no one left to lord and master over.
While the monster in his chest with its needling teeth driving him to kill doesn't quiet, however, he finds means of chaining it. Weak, it cries in his head. So weak, for not just picking off the survivors, one by one, because it doesn't matter if they're all he has left, they're still beneath him. But he doesn't listen.
He may be weak, but it's better than being alone.
Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Verse: After Shanti
Word Count: 251
He is a man ruled by desire.
Sometimes, it sleeps in his chest, so quiet he nearly thinks it's gone, finally sated. Others, it thrashes and howls in his heart, like a wild beast, threatening to tear him apart if he ignores it.
Not that he does. He can't. Won't. The hunger is too strong when it cries freedom, and if he lets it guide him, he knows it'll bring him closer to God. To being God. So, he hatches careful plans, with that fire in his heart. He lies and cheats, counting out time in murder, and the screaming in his chest abates as he takes what was denied to him by Chandra Suresh. His right to be special.
He's never dreamed of it being any other way, but dreams as such fickle things. They quake and shatter and crumble - that much, he learned at the hands of a certain geneticist. And when his (everyone's) world falls apart when the virus hits, he learns it again. Oh, he's God alright, but there's no one left to lord and master over.
While the monster in his chest with its needling teeth driving him to kill doesn't quiet, however, he finds means of chaining it. Weak, it cries in his head. So weak, for not just picking off the survivors, one by one, because it doesn't matter if they're all he has left, they're still beneath him. But he doesn't listen.
He may be weak, but it's better than being alone.
Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Verse: After Shanti
Word Count: 251
