I Resist the Muses

Prompt #3
What are your thoughts on love?

Thoughts on love. Okay. Here it goes. When I was younger, I used to watch my parents hug and kiss each other all the time. I told myself that was going to be me someday. That I was going to be the girl who has a husband or a boyfriend that would treat me exactly like my dad treated my mom.
Now, I've seen the recent Hairspray movie, go on, make fun of me. That I hear the bells song is like EXACTLY how it worked when I saw Sam for the first time. I'm not a blonde bimbo, but when he walked past me with the group of his friends and he brushed up against me, I knew, I was gonna have to try and get that boy. Seriously. What began was this secret admiration thing. You know girls and our crushes. I was in college. Stanford. He had better things to do then pay attention to a girl who didn't even speak up.
But, my thoughts were that when you find "the one" you know it, and it hits you like a ton of bricks that are going to fall on you from a building because you're acting like an idiot. Love is when you can't exactly move around without thinking of that certain someone. Where you can talk about anything and don't keep secrets from one another (let's..not go there with that one please). You do little things for them, surprise them.
It's when you can imagine yourself in a white dress being walked down the aisle by your father (or whom ever is going to walk you down the aisle)and him giving you away to that boy waiting at the end. Love is standing by someone no matter what happens, and working through things. Nothing is so bad that it can't be forgiven and worked on. Love can make it through anything, if you really love each other.
Unfortunately, I'll never have that white wedding with the person I was in love with, and I'll never be able to actually say if love can conquer all.

Jessica Moore
Supernatural
351 words

Love, the great, everlasting torture of hope. Those soft creatures of the opposite sex. Or perhaps the dabbling I have done in the realm of my own sex should have offered up some kind of thesis here on which I could expound, here. However, no. There is no solution to love.

Except perhaps a personal, final solution. *smirks*

I ache to know someone in such an intimate and complete way that she would be me and I would be her. I am skeptical that this sort of thing is more than utter nonsense, though. The odds are not stacked in my favor for experiencing the sort of bleeding into someone else and then having her (or him?) bleed back into me. Only this odd distraction that fills me with sexual needs over which I don't have much control. Only the breaking of my heart when Ariel leaves for San Jose for months.

We've slept with others outside the relationship. We made this decision long before it was a nice, little internet subculture. We both just knew this wasn't the way human beings really operated.

But to pretend that the stories I've written don't come from that wish that lives deep down under the materialistic philosophy... well, I'd be a moron to think anyone is fooled by my cynicism.

And do I tell you who taught me that there might be more than the selfish seeking comfort and a warm body? Do I tell you how I lost her when I was young? Do I tell you that I wish for her so much that perhaps it is this wish that makes me think she's back in the flesh, and seeking me out?

No, probably not yet. I shouldn't admit to these things. Oh, but they are there.

Hell, if I could dig her from the ground, mostly rotted away and have her with me like that, I'd do it. *whispers "Sienna"*

Ha! A most superfluous question, for as my good friend Watson has stated, I do not speak often of the softer passions, save with a gibe and a sneer. Romance is the folly of other men, the source of many a woman's grief, and the motivation for those less scrupulous who prey on the innocent.

( Sherlock Holmes expounds on the implausibility of the 'softer passions.' )

I don't know. I think I'm too young to have loved.

( Discussion of Sex )

Love…

It’s not all about hearts and flowers and sappy sugary songs on the radio. Just like it’s not about pain, heartache and sacrifice all the time.

( I suppose that.... )

Family

There’s a saying about how blood is thicker than water, but I don’t really think that it’s very true. Or maybe it’s true for some families but not for others.

( let's take... )

Love is a tricky emotion. You can never really control it. I can't say that I would've picked to fall in love with Joryn, seeing as he was in a caste below me, and I knew it would get us in trouble. But I -did- fall in love with him.

So, the choice became to follow my heart or not. And I chose to follow it, because my father always taught me to follow my heart.

I don't think that I'd undo anything that I did. Yes, it cost me a lot, but I don't believe in regret. I have my daughter, and that's all I need. And even if Joryn was killed because we loved each other, I knew he died loving me. They were his last words.

My thoughts on love have been askewed over the years. It's something I want but just never seems to find me. I was married and that just didn't go well. I was engaged for a short time to another and that ended rather fast.

Then we have Max Guevara. A woman I would gladly settle down with. Maybe marry someday. I know it's cliche to say she's unlike any other woman. Though with her it's true, even if there are others like her. She may even have a twin but she is the only one like her. She stands up for what she believes in no matter what may happen to her. Though Manticore has seen fit to even mess that up. Hopefully a cure is found soon for the virus she has been infected with. Because not touching the person you care about at all? Can drive a man insane.

Logan Cale
Dark Angel
150 words

Character: Elise (Ellie) Masterson
Fandom: Original character
Word Count: 495

I love Neoclassical painting, especially Ingres and his La grande odalisque, with Thetis and Zeus a very close second. Sure, his technique is beautiful, but I like his choice of subject matter as well. Perhaps that’s why I love Alex’s new series of photographs so much and the technique he uses to make his prints – he shares Ingres’ philosophy about color when he ventures away from black and white prints.

And I love horseback riding. I’d like to try to find a place to go riding in Chicago, maybe even look into renting a horse at a local stable if I’m able to afford it. Michael’s mom is an equestrian too, and I’m hoping she might have some recommendations. Just maybe, she’ll want to join me. I certainly hope so, she’s a wonderful woman and I’ve enjoyed getting to know her.

( [Private] )

Love is funny, you know?

I'm not one known for really keeping her feelings secret. Definitely one of those types who loves too much for their own good, really. The love of my... well, I'd used to say life, but your vocabulary gets a little funny after you've been deceased, but I'm getting a little off topic here. Cassie, Cassie Hughes. Best mates but so much more. She knew it, too, but she couldn't... she wouldn't let herself admit it. At least, not until it was too late.

And how much does it cosmically suck that after she dies as well, we don't get to be together forever in some beautiful sapphic afterlife bliss? I mean really, it was... the worst. One kiss, one amazing, beautiful, mind blowing, life altering kiss, and then... she tells me she's going away and that I won't see her.

I didn't think I'd be able to move on from that, but then Maya came along, and... well, she was taken from me as well.

It really sucks, being a lesbian ghost. Love gets too complicated and... well, it gets hard to know what to hang on to, now.

Muse: Thelma Bates
Fandom: Hex
Words: 190

Love is such an easy word to throw around, and a lot of people confuse duty or lust for love.

Real love takes years to grow. Take me and Rodolphus. When I first met him, I thought he was the most annoying prig in the universe. But my duty to treat him politely kept me from boxing his ears, and soundly offending his family. Even though the Lestrange family name doesn't carry as much weight as the Black family name, you still don't offend another family if you can avoid it.

Our parents kept pushing us together, and it was obvious to me that they wanted us to marry. Of course, I would've had the choice not to marry him, but by the time I was of marrying age, I had spent enough time with him that I learned of his.. better qualities. But even then, I can't say that I loved him. Lust, yes. But not love. Not yet.

I can't really say when I fell in love with him. I know it was quite early on in our marriage. But I found that I had grown to adore this annoying, silly man that I had chosen to marry. The hardest thing about Azkahban was the fact that I couldn't see him, because I found he had become that important to me. I needed to know he was alive, so I could have a reason to keep on fighting. As much as I hate to admit it, I wasn't sure if my Lord was alive. So all I had left was my Rodolphus.

But, anyway.. I do think that love exists. A lot of people would say I'm too insane to love, but they'd be wrong. Of course, my love for Rodolphus is a weakness. But I find it's a weakness I don't mind having.

I don't know what that is, exactly.  I don't think it's something that lasts forever, like the storybooks try to convince us.  Not even something as dysfunctional as the story of Heathcliff and Kathy has any basis in reality, does it?  Two people locked in on being one and the same and never quite able to do anything but provoke and anger one another - a dark play on the same idea that there is one person out there for you.  What if it isn't just one person?  What if you're missing out on the vast landscape of people that you may connect to and may fulfill an aspect of life with you, but that may not be there once you've grown old?

What am I missing out on?  Staying here with Ariel, when she shows up in my life, is lovely.  It isn't enough, though.  And I've relegated the softer side of myself that I've associated with love and emotion to this girl in my brain.  It's to her I look when I feel the softer stirrings for people I may never have, too.  People have come into my life in a steady stream since I started having my work produced to the public.  The general idea is that since I write mostly of men and women falling in love forever, that this is who I am.  As I said on my profile page, though, that is not me, either, as I don't write from my own truths very often.  As much as I indulge in Ariel's soft curves and her snotty sense of superiority, I do not believe we'll grow old together.  There is a history I've had with men, too.  I don't prefer either sex over the other.  There are things about men I like, and there are things I like about women.  They don't overlap very much, but love was never a gender-based decision or feeling or whatever the hell it ends up being, in the greater scheme of life.

I don't feel myself trustworthy with love, and therefore, I will not be bringing any children into the world.  That is a type of love I don't trust myself with, either.  Whatever people think they believe about love, I"m not seeing them fulfill their promises in marriage and to their children.  I won't be joining that world anytime soon, either.  Call it the Peter Pan Syndrome if you like...

But does any of that have to do with Love?

I'm not interested in arguing that point.  I'm more interested in experiencing my life without pounding it with questions like this.  It makes it easier to deal with the day to day.

But if you press me, maybe I'll tell you what I hope about love, one day.  Maybe the day after I find out whether she's really out there or merely in my head.  Until then, I fill my life to the fullest it can get.  I'm not placing my life in the hands of the fantasy.

Casey Z.
Prompt #3 Love

( cut for mild language )

(66 words)

This isn't something I really think anybody wants my opinions of. With the exception of Paige and Lucas, and Clay and Elena, I'm pretty sure that all love does is tear you apart inside and make you cry.

But that's just me.


Muse: Savannah Levine
Fandom: "Women of the Otherworld" by Kelley Armstrong
Words: 43

I’m sick of everyone else’s thoughts on love. “It’s in the air” - no shit, it’s in the air 24-7, babbling idiots and pathetic losers, endlessly whinging and wanking and they Never Shut Up. They use each other and excuse anything they do “In the name of love” and you wouldn’t believe the things you all DO and think that no-one else has ever thought of! Unimaginative meat-sacks and damn-fools! All day, all night, everyone, blah blah blah, except the ones who don't.

Those are some scary bastards, them.

The large remainder of the page is filled with sloppy scribbled cartoons of Schu punching, tearing, biting, drop-kicking, and stepping on hearts.

Okay. Love, huh?

Love is probably one of the subjects - if not the subject - most written about in every form of literature, with perhaps the exception of the textbook, and even then there are usually some asides about the sexual politics of the time. And whether or not textbooks even qualify as "literature" is a debate in and of itself.

The Greeks had two names for love - agape was the love for all mankind, pure and selfless. Eros was the romantic love and sexual attraction between two people, a deep roiling desire for another human being. And it's eros romatic love that seems to fascinate humanity and non-humanity most of all.

There's a reason for that. The reason is that romantic love has a way of making everyone it touches both stupid and crazy. People can't eat, they can't sleep, they can't think about anything but the object of their desire. It's an all-consuming, passionate feeling. (Plus, there might be naked involved. And people just love naked. Really, platonic love can be passionate and all-consuming too, and it's been substantially written about as well, but there's no naked, or at least not nearly as much, so it just doesn't stack up, interestwise, to anything that might have sex in it.)

Some people define love as the opposite of hate. Those people are wrong. You can love someone and hate someone at the same time. You can hate someone so much you want to kill them while loving them so much you'd go anywhere and do anything just to be beside them. You tell yourself you hate them, despise them, only follow them to see them die... but on some level, deep, deep down, you know it's more than that. And it doesn't even feel complicated. It simply feels like... the way things should be. The way they are.

Love has been called a many-splendored thing. That's probably the most accurate description of it ever penned. I don't think even just two words for different kinds of love are enough. There are so many different ways and kinds and meanings of loving, it seems like every language on the planet out to have several hundred different ways of describing all the emotions and ways of caring we currently group together.

Then again, maybe not. Because if there's something similar enough about all this love that we can call it all "love," then maybe at its core, it's similar enough that that one word is all we really need.

I can tell ya one thing about love. It don't make any sense.

( Read More... )

Love? Love is a beautiful woman with golden-brown hair and soft brown eyes.

Muse: Cole Turner
Fandom: Charmed
Words: 266


[Open for RP or comments, but will be slowplay due to late hour.]

Love.


What is love?

I have only felt the need to make love to one person and he is dead. Now I fulfil my physical needs but there is no one I feel close to.

I dare not get close to anyone in case I relive the grief of longing and the pain in my heart.

It nearly killed me last time.

Prompt #3 Love… [open]

What are my thoughts on love? Hmm…

What sort of love do you mean? I know that I love my family even when they drive me crazy. I love my home. I love my world.

I'm guessing that you mean romantic love though, huh? That one is not as easy to answer. I wasn't attached back home. I have had a few lovers here and there, but nothing serious. There was nothing that could be considered that all encompassing romantic love with any of them, though I did care for them.

I do believe in the concept though. I am still young yet. It is still a bit early for me to settle down just now anyway.