Where the hell did THIS just come from?
Jan. 21st, 2006 01:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
actionreactionOkay what the hell. I was just in the middle of checking email and junk and Rion suddenly stepped in and took over my brain. There was no warning, no trigger nothing.
And this is the result. Short, and... well. Not what you'd really expect from Rion.
Lessons
His mother taught him how to grow cold, calloused, bitter, and misogynistic. She taught him how to depend on no one but himself, how easily the link between mother and son could be broken, how trust could be shattered and broken.
His village taught him how to hate, how to close himself off from the world and the true meaning of pain and degradation. They taught him that elves weren't always a fair benevolent people.
His mentor taught him magic, how to cast powerful spells, how to use his looks to achieve his own ends. He taught him how to use his body the same way, and how to appreciate the pleasure that the right amounts of pain can bring.
He taught himself to weave his music into magic, into protection and manipulation. He taught himself to sing, to dance, to hold the attention of anyone and everyone in a room, and use it however he wished.
People in his past taught him how to make his soul as black as his eyes, and that some people were not worth trusting.
But it was Mykel, the dark shadowy mercenary, silent, cold, ruthless, and powerful who taught him how to enjoy being submissive, being owned, being possessed. It was Mykel who taught him no matter how much darkness existed in one's heart and soul, there was still room left for something more.
It was Mykel who finally taught Rion how to love.
And this is the result. Short, and... well. Not what you'd really expect from Rion.
Lessons
His mother taught him how to grow cold, calloused, bitter, and misogynistic. She taught him how to depend on no one but himself, how easily the link between mother and son could be broken, how trust could be shattered and broken.
His village taught him how to hate, how to close himself off from the world and the true meaning of pain and degradation. They taught him that elves weren't always a fair benevolent people.
His mentor taught him magic, how to cast powerful spells, how to use his looks to achieve his own ends. He taught him how to use his body the same way, and how to appreciate the pleasure that the right amounts of pain can bring.
He taught himself to weave his music into magic, into protection and manipulation. He taught himself to sing, to dance, to hold the attention of anyone and everyone in a room, and use it however he wished.
People in his past taught him how to make his soul as black as his eyes, and that some people were not worth trusting.
But it was Mykel, the dark shadowy mercenary, silent, cold, ruthless, and powerful who taught him how to enjoy being submissive, being owned, being possessed. It was Mykel who taught him no matter how much darkness existed in one's heart and soul, there was still room left for something more.
It was Mykel who finally taught Rion how to love.