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ladynorbert) wrote2006-05-04 11:10 am
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"The unattainable is always attractive."
Hokay, so….there’s a new quote at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
quote_ficlets, and here’s a ficlet to go with it. Now, I’m doing something unorthodox, here. It’s a pairing (of sorts) that I’ve mentioned before, but I’m taking the point of view of the character I don’t play. Therefore, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
without_ascript, if I haven’t gotten Dorian just so, I do apologize. But when I saw the quote for the week, I couldn’t NOT do him.
Title: Unreclaimed
Fandom: LXG – specifically, “LXG: The RPG”
Rating: I’m gonna say PG, just to be safe
Characters: Dorian Gray, Elizabeth Quatermain
Notes: As mentioned above, Dorian is played in the game bywithout_ascript. Elizabeth is my original character and played by, oddly enough, me. This story takes place at some undefined point in the future; it’s based on events which are scheduled to happen.
Summary: She doesn’t know she can’t save him…she’s the only one who has ever bothered to try.
He’s always in the shadows, it seems.
Even standing out here on the conning tower, where the sun shines full upon the deck, he’s managed to find a dark corner in which to hide. He likes the darkness; he’s used to it, has made his peace with it.
Not her. She couldn’t keep to the shadows, he thinks, even if she wished it. The light always manages to find her. And so she stands at the railing, staring out at the sea, fully illuminated by the sun.
Darkness cannot drive away darkness. Only light can do that. But for all his favoring of darkness, Dorian is drawn to this light.
She has no idea, of course. She seems to think he can be brought into the light for good, that his constant defense of her safety is part of his desire for atonement. She thinks she might be able to save him, if she can only figure out how. Charmingly naïve.
In fairness, that was how it began. He was partly to blame for the fact that she was there, after all. He had been allied to the forces which had stripped her of her father. It was only right that he do what lay in his immortal, indestructible power to keep her from meeting the same fate.
He just hadn’t expected her to be…what she was, really. He had not anticipated Elizabeth. He could not prepare for what he could not imagine, and so very unexpectedly, she had proven to be his own weakness.
Darkness should not, does not love the light. But he – scion of the shadows – loves this light. He would abandon the dark forever, for the sake of this small star, if only he could possess her as she unknowingly possesses him.
He cannot have her, and perhaps this only adds to the allure. The unattainable is always attractive. So he contents himself with skulking in the shadows, and watching her…endlessly watching. Sometimes it seems like his desire will consume him.
She turns, and sees him, so he has no choice but to vacate his shadow and join her. “Miss Quatermain.”
”Hello, Mr. Gray.” She chatters at him, in her musical voice, and he listens, feigning boredom.
“…and the Captain says we shall be in London tomorrow.”
”I suppose it will be nice, to be home,” he offers.
“It will, I think. Will you see any friends while we are in the city?”
Friends. His friends –- what real friends he had ever had –- are dead and gone, save for Mina Harker, if she can be counted a friend, and Elizabeth herself. Certainly Elizabeth is the only League member who has ever called him her friend. Lord Henry, the very one who had gotten him into this immortal state in the first place, has been only a memory for decades. Unbidden, something Henry said once comes back to Dorian, and he repeats the words out loud.
"I choose my friends for their good looks, my acquaintances for their good characters, and my enemies for their good intellects." He regards her with a small smirk, wondering how she will take that.
“Indeed.” She looks, as he had rather expected, perplexed by the statement. “And…if I may ask, sir…which one does that make me?”
He should have known she would ask. Inquisitive thing she is. But it is a valid question, he realizes. She is small and fair, so she should be a friend, but she has unimpeachable character, so she should be an acquaintance. And sometimes, when the obsession is all but bringing him to his knees, he hates her as much as he loves her because of this power she does not realize she has over him. In that, she is his enemy.
He cannot bring himself to tell her that she is all three.
The quote was "I choose my friends for their good looks, my acquaintances for their good characters, and my enemies for their good intellects." And yes, it really is from The Picture of Dorian Gray!
quote_ficlets, and here’s a ficlet to go with it. Now, I’m doing something unorthodox, here. It’s a pairing (of sorts) that I’ve mentioned before, but I’m taking the point of view of the character I don’t play. Therefore, without_ascript, if I haven’t gotten Dorian just so, I do apologize. But when I saw the quote for the week, I couldn’t NOT do him.Title: Unreclaimed
Fandom: LXG – specifically, “LXG: The RPG”
Rating: I’m gonna say PG, just to be safe
Characters: Dorian Gray, Elizabeth Quatermain
Notes: As mentioned above, Dorian is played in the game by
without_ascript. Elizabeth is my original character and played by, oddly enough, me. This story takes place at some undefined point in the future; it’s based on events which are scheduled to happen.Summary: She doesn’t know she can’t save him…she’s the only one who has ever bothered to try.
He’s always in the shadows, it seems.
Even standing out here on the conning tower, where the sun shines full upon the deck, he’s managed to find a dark corner in which to hide. He likes the darkness; he’s used to it, has made his peace with it.
Not her. She couldn’t keep to the shadows, he thinks, even if she wished it. The light always manages to find her. And so she stands at the railing, staring out at the sea, fully illuminated by the sun.
Darkness cannot drive away darkness. Only light can do that. But for all his favoring of darkness, Dorian is drawn to this light.
She has no idea, of course. She seems to think he can be brought into the light for good, that his constant defense of her safety is part of his desire for atonement. She thinks she might be able to save him, if she can only figure out how. Charmingly naïve.
In fairness, that was how it began. He was partly to blame for the fact that she was there, after all. He had been allied to the forces which had stripped her of her father. It was only right that he do what lay in his immortal, indestructible power to keep her from meeting the same fate.
He just hadn’t expected her to be…what she was, really. He had not anticipated Elizabeth. He could not prepare for what he could not imagine, and so very unexpectedly, she had proven to be his own weakness.
Darkness should not, does not love the light. But he – scion of the shadows – loves this light. He would abandon the dark forever, for the sake of this small star, if only he could possess her as she unknowingly possesses him.
He cannot have her, and perhaps this only adds to the allure. The unattainable is always attractive. So he contents himself with skulking in the shadows, and watching her…endlessly watching. Sometimes it seems like his desire will consume him.
She turns, and sees him, so he has no choice but to vacate his shadow and join her. “Miss Quatermain.”
”Hello, Mr. Gray.” She chatters at him, in her musical voice, and he listens, feigning boredom.
“…and the Captain says we shall be in London tomorrow.”
”I suppose it will be nice, to be home,” he offers.
“It will, I think. Will you see any friends while we are in the city?”
Friends. His friends –- what real friends he had ever had –- are dead and gone, save for Mina Harker, if she can be counted a friend, and Elizabeth herself. Certainly Elizabeth is the only League member who has ever called him her friend. Lord Henry, the very one who had gotten him into this immortal state in the first place, has been only a memory for decades. Unbidden, something Henry said once comes back to Dorian, and he repeats the words out loud.
"I choose my friends for their good looks, my acquaintances for their good characters, and my enemies for their good intellects." He regards her with a small smirk, wondering how she will take that.
“Indeed.” She looks, as he had rather expected, perplexed by the statement. “And…if I may ask, sir…which one does that make me?”
He should have known she would ask. Inquisitive thing she is. But it is a valid question, he realizes. She is small and fair, so she should be a friend, but she has unimpeachable character, so she should be an acquaintance. And sometimes, when the obsession is all but bringing him to his knees, he hates her as much as he loves her because of this power she does not realize she has over him. In that, she is his enemy.
He cannot bring himself to tell her that she is all three.
The quote was "I choose my friends for their good looks, my acquaintances for their good characters, and my enemies for their good intellects." And yes, it really is from The Picture of Dorian Gray!