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November 11 / The Sandman / "To Crash and Burn"
Title: To Crash and Burn
Day/Theme: November 11 / Life in the subjunctive case
Series: The Sandman
Character/Pairing: Rose Walker
Rating: PG for language
Notes: I don't own Rose Walker or any of the Endless characters that appear in this fic. They are all property of Neil Gaiman and Vertigo Comics.
She hated love. Of course she did. She had ALWAYS hated it. She had always hated how it got into people's minds and turned even the smartest people into a stuttering pile of idiocy, including her. And all it took would be one simple smile, one simple word of hello and the world would never be the same again.
Desire was cruel and love was the most cruel mind game it played. Time and again, Rose felt her heart break over each new man she fell in love with over the course of her young life. Well, fuck, but love had never been kind on her as it had been for some people.
'Maybe they're all just lucky that way,' she thought bitterly.
She supposed that life was full of if-onlys and could-have-beens. That you had only so much room for regret and bitching about how sorry your life turned out to be for you. After that, of course, you COULD choose to spare everyone the trouble and shut yourself up by taking a gun to your head OR just gritting your teeth and dealing with it.
"I suppose you would blame my sibling for it, Rose Walker," said the King of Dreams one night when she entered his realm. "Love belongs to Desire after all."
"I'd blame Desire for turning us humans into forms of entertainment," she replied. "Is Desire that demented or is this just some miserable hobby?"
Those deep, smoky eyes - in which Rose could see an endless abyss and starlight - pierced her. "If I told you how we came to exist, you would not understand," he said, his voice barely audible now.
"But understand that we cannot help who we are, Rose Walker." Dream drew himself to his full height and his thin lips pursed. "We exist because humans exist. Your existence and depth of perception created us and our functions."
Rose wanted to shake her head at that explanation but found that piece by piece, things were making sense for her.
She supposed one could only go on agonzing for so long and allow the feeling of regret to grow on them.
Day/Theme: November 11 / Life in the subjunctive case
Series: The Sandman
Character/Pairing: Rose Walker
Rating: PG for language
Notes: I don't own Rose Walker or any of the Endless characters that appear in this fic. They are all property of Neil Gaiman and Vertigo Comics.
She hated love. Of course she did. She had ALWAYS hated it. She had always hated how it got into people's minds and turned even the smartest people into a stuttering pile of idiocy, including her. And all it took would be one simple smile, one simple word of hello and the world would never be the same again.
Desire was cruel and love was the most cruel mind game it played. Time and again, Rose felt her heart break over each new man she fell in love with over the course of her young life. Well, fuck, but love had never been kind on her as it had been for some people.
'Maybe they're all just lucky that way,' she thought bitterly.
She supposed that life was full of if-onlys and could-have-beens. That you had only so much room for regret and bitching about how sorry your life turned out to be for you. After that, of course, you COULD choose to spare everyone the trouble and shut yourself up by taking a gun to your head OR just gritting your teeth and dealing with it.
"I suppose you would blame my sibling for it, Rose Walker," said the King of Dreams one night when she entered his realm. "Love belongs to Desire after all."
"I'd blame Desire for turning us humans into forms of entertainment," she replied. "Is Desire that demented or is this just some miserable hobby?"
Those deep, smoky eyes - in which Rose could see an endless abyss and starlight - pierced her. "If I told you how we came to exist, you would not understand," he said, his voice barely audible now.
"But understand that we cannot help who we are, Rose Walker." Dream drew himself to his full height and his thin lips pursed. "We exist because humans exist. Your existence and depth of perception created us and our functions."
Rose wanted to shake her head at that explanation but found that piece by piece, things were making sense for her.
She supposed one could only go on agonzing for so long and allow the feeling of regret to grow on them.