Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Soliloquies of Pain ❯ Soliloquy 4: Contempt of Desire ( Chapter 4 )
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Soliloquy 4 or "Contempt of Desire"
Okay kiddies! Here's Dorothy's little monologue. If you can't guess who
she's talking to, then you need to go back and read my other three.
I do not own them. I wish I did. I *really* wish I did.
A/N: As an FYI: if I don't get any reviews, then I will stop writing.
That means that this fic might *never* end, no da. And if it never ends,
I will be miserable because all *ten* of my muses will go on strike, and
I'll never have a good idea again! ;_; Please don't let that happen!
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You call yourself a warrior. I find that amusing. I made my life out of chasing wars,
and you spend most of your time running from them.You and the other Gundam
pilots wasted so much energy on trying to subvert the inevitable--
OZ launching an all out attack on the colonies--that you
failed to see the true beauty of the war that would ensue.
I'm not like my suicidally-stupid former mistress, who kept on following--
what's his name? Your lover, I mean.--even when he had made it clear that
he wanted nothing to do with her. You would have thought that she could
understand such a simple concept of "stay away from me", but no. She never
was the brightest one, you know.
I heard how your wife died. You should be proud and glory in the fact that
she died a warrior's death. Forgive me for saying so, but you don't need to
avenge her. Her death avenged itself.
It was amusing, at first, to see which of you pilots was the easiest to
manipulate. Then, I found that only one of you really understood the kind of
continual rejection I went through day after damning day. And, while I offered
him the kind of solace he needed, he in turn gave me that which I needed. I
don't think I ever spoke to any one of you, with the exception of that blonde,
the way that I spoke with him.
He and I both find that thrill in death--though he's not as enthralled with it
as I am--that we are so similar. And, I never thought I would admit this, to
myself or to you (though I know you can't hear me), but I think I love him.
And more importantly, though I know he doesn't love me completely (I don't
either, so how can I expect him to?), I know that it's still love.
So, you see, all the glares in my direction are worthless. You have your lover,
at the expense of his broken heart, and I have mine. I know you don't approve,
and quite frankly I couldn't give a damn if you do. You can tell Heero that the
only way he'll get his 'angel of death' back is through my dead body. And,
I look forward to his challenge.
Something else--It's not amusement at your expense, dear little dragon: it's
pity, for I know that which you have not had in so long. Love.
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Wah-ha! Review so I know that someone out there is reading!
Okay kiddies! Here's Dorothy's little monologue. If you can't guess who
she's talking to, then you need to go back and read my other three.
I do not own them. I wish I did. I *really* wish I did.
A/N: As an FYI: if I don't get any reviews, then I will stop writing.
That means that this fic might *never* end, no da. And if it never ends,
I will be miserable because all *ten* of my muses will go on strike, and
I'll never have a good idea again! ;_; Please don't let that happen!
========================================================== ==============
You call yourself a warrior. I find that amusing. I made my life out of chasing wars,
and you spend most of your time running from them.You and the other Gundam
pilots wasted so much energy on trying to subvert the inevitable--
OZ launching an all out attack on the colonies--that you
failed to see the true beauty of the war that would ensue.
I'm not like my suicidally-stupid former mistress, who kept on following--
what's his name? Your lover, I mean.--even when he had made it clear that
he wanted nothing to do with her. You would have thought that she could
understand such a simple concept of "stay away from me", but no. She never
was the brightest one, you know.
I heard how your wife died. You should be proud and glory in the fact that
she died a warrior's death. Forgive me for saying so, but you don't need to
avenge her. Her death avenged itself.
It was amusing, at first, to see which of you pilots was the easiest to
manipulate. Then, I found that only one of you really understood the kind of
continual rejection I went through day after damning day. And, while I offered
him the kind of solace he needed, he in turn gave me that which I needed. I
don't think I ever spoke to any one of you, with the exception of that blonde,
the way that I spoke with him.
He and I both find that thrill in death--though he's not as enthralled with it
as I am--that we are so similar. And, I never thought I would admit this, to
myself or to you (though I know you can't hear me), but I think I love him.
And more importantly, though I know he doesn't love me completely (I don't
either, so how can I expect him to?), I know that it's still love.
So, you see, all the glares in my direction are worthless. You have your lover,
at the expense of his broken heart, and I have mine. I know you don't approve,
and quite frankly I couldn't give a damn if you do. You can tell Heero that the
only way he'll get his 'angel of death' back is through my dead body. And,
I look forward to his challenge.
Something else--It's not amusement at your expense, dear little dragon: it's
pity, for I know that which you have not had in so long. Love.
================================================================= =============
Wah-ha! Review so I know that someone out there is reading!