Drabbles: Desire
Apr. 10th, 2007 12:22 amTwo more Cicero (pre-series) and Brutus drabbles for
rome100, with the prompt of 'Desire.'
Cicero wonders at what moment he first loved his wife. Not their wedding night - he still flushes at the remembrance of fumbling hands and the impatience in her eyes. It was a gradual thing, his love, like struggling with a new language for years only to hear it, suddenly, from his lips.
He should die in her arms, not in bitter exile. The sun flickers through the window and he closes his eyes, denies this day has come. Yet his longing that all will be right is stronger, however faintly, than the desperate desire to remain forever with her.
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The vaulted Stoic freedom felt nothing so much like a cage, only with bars Brutus couldn’t see. But he could feel them, twisting about, threatening to crush him at any moment.
Living life without desire had once been so easy. He was never disappointed, for there was nothing in which to be disappointed. And now –
His mother’s plots, Cassius’ pleading – their desires were those invisible bars, closing around him. The graffiti, that damn note, the eager gleam in Cicero’s eyes, the guarded caution in Caesar’s-
What good was it to live without wants if he could not live without resistance?
Cicero wonders at what moment he first loved his wife. Not their wedding night - he still flushes at the remembrance of fumbling hands and the impatience in her eyes. It was a gradual thing, his love, like struggling with a new language for years only to hear it, suddenly, from his lips.
He should die in her arms, not in bitter exile. The sun flickers through the window and he closes his eyes, denies this day has come. Yet his longing that all will be right is stronger, however faintly, than the desperate desire to remain forever with her.
***
The vaulted Stoic freedom felt nothing so much like a cage, only with bars Brutus couldn’t see. But he could feel them, twisting about, threatening to crush him at any moment.
Living life without desire had once been so easy. He was never disappointed, for there was nothing in which to be disappointed. And now –
His mother’s plots, Cassius’ pleading – their desires were those invisible bars, closing around him. The graffiti, that damn note, the eager gleam in Cicero’s eyes, the guarded caution in Caesar’s-
What good was it to live without wants if he could not live without resistance?
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Date: 2007-04-11 05:01 pm (UTC)As always love your stories, but your icon even more! That's so cool!
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Date: 2007-04-11 11:33 pm (UTC)Thank you! Once all this school craziness is done, I can't wait to do some longer stories - but at least the drabbles let my brain have *some* fun until then
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Date: 2007-04-16 07:58 pm (UTC)I might have to try my hand at drabbles again. I need a break before I start another big story.