See below: a slight rework of a letter to a friend. The last writing that I did in a long time. Sean and I talked about a story idea that, from my own end, started with this.
I want to tell you about the story, the explanation that has been bubbling in my head. I was thinking back over the love story you've been slowly showing me. Slowly because it's so vast/convoluted/ancient. I have no more pieces to work with so I'm just mulling over the main grain, the solid thing that your snowflake life has formed around. The original deception that started the heartbreak. The deception that I am referring to was the deepest kind, self deception. The tragedy is that a poor soul made an honest mistake, it was a mistake he couldn't help making. His own hubris and desire drove him towards something he had no hope of understanding and worse still not a chance of controlling even though that is what he wanted most. This man saw himself as a king, noble in his dark ways. A magician king, using his mind and will instead of brute force. I can't know how it happened, it could have been in a hallway, outside in the sun, or under the moon that he first saw love. The meeting, the conversation even the days in between are inconsequential, like in all matters of destiny the end is the important part. He looked on a girl, he came to know this girl. Her energy must have been very alluring to him, like blood in the water. In his eyes they were equals, nobility among the crowds. His princess, his own piece of the divine right of kings, his to claim and to keep. Truly he did not see a princess, an easy mistake to make due to our concept of nobility. There is no such thing as one man nobler than another. What he could not see was the avatar in front of him. A conduit for a force, not of love but of something warm, exciting, and terrible a concept that we haven't named yet. Still, no matter what she is it is natural, raw, and ancient. like luck.
What is behind the eyes of the girl? In her face we find comfort, we see her arms and hands compel matter to be beautiful, around her back we see the marks, black brown like two old wounds, we know her by a name recalled with our lips and tongues, down her spine we meet desire which runs around her torso and down her hips, and at last we touch her solid feet of muscle, bone, cartilage and simple pleasures.
Kings have always wanted to keep dragons, lions, wolves, and various birds of prey as pets thinking they control them, and to a certain extent they succeed, but these are all animals deriving their power from ancient instinct with simple needs. As time went by this dark and spooky bad boy of a king came to realize that his princess was not like him at all but thought that at least she was a creature he could control. Although man has practice teaching beasts, if not controlling their hearts at least their actions, no man specially someone who believes in his own supremacy can control a force that is kin with wind and hate.I don't know when if ever he realized his predicament, being consumed by what he thought he controlled, but it is certain that under the strain he broke. His heart and mind shattered blowing in the wind slashing and cutting at his precious princess. Being only human she bleeds.
