Cry to Heaven? Or more of the same...

[bloodygranuaile]

"The fact is that love is like a tree, it grows of its own accord, strikes deep roots throughout our being, and continues to put out leaves on a heart in ruins.

"And what defies explanation is that the blinder the passion, the more tenacious it is. It is never more solid than when it lacks all reason."

--Victor Hugo, Notre-Dame de Paris, p. 398

I am the Cynical Romantic; the Fairy Gothmother; the Devil on the left shoulder; the priest in the confessional with a meaningless vow of confidence; the narrative commentary, character analysis and explication of a Romantic novel. I am the translator; I hold the backstory that doesn't make it into the movie. I am the bit character that exists to give random information neccessary to the plot, but the character itself isn't a character, it's a plot device.

If I am to be everything other than a central character, let me truly be everything other than a central character. Let me be a bucket of cold water dumped over somebody's head. Let me be a deus ex machina for just one player. Let me be heeded when I am right, and for the love of God let me be wrong more often. Let me be proven too cynical.

If all that fails, let me be left alone.

And regardless of my position, let stupid decisions and dramatic bullshit from now on be resolved within one year.

(And that, my loves, is the closest thing to a prayer I have offered in longer than I care to remember.)

Comments

[blue-crow.livejournal.com]

dude, that sounds so awesome.

[tinuviel8994.livejournal.com]

Amen.