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Jul. 17th, 2006 01:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ten_of_swordsRuin stops him as he passes between the past and the present.
"You are an idiot," he states blandly, leaning against the cold greyness of the path Námo walks. "Here he went through hell, death, and rebirth to keep me from you, and here you are. Walking down a path that will lead from my daughter right into my arms."
The Vala's eyes narrow. "I will never come to you."
"Yes, you will." Ruin pulls the Three of Swords, Five of Swords, Nine of Swords, Queen of Swords, and finally, the Ten of Swords. "You've been up to the Queen, god. Only one more card in your spread if you don't take the Queen's advice. Don't be stupid."
Námo's gaze darkens and his fists clench. "I am not. I am trying--"
"Let me tell you something," the card says in a low, dangerous voice, snarling up into the god's angry face. "You have a lover who gave everything he had to protect you. You, you foolish, blind creature. She was already dead. I couldn't do anything to her. Children are beyond the cards, so your kids were safe. But you? You, god-who-has-never-tasted-ruin, you were fair game. He shielded you. He protected you. He loved you. He died for you. And now... now he lives for you. What the fuck more could you want?"
"Everything!" he bellows at Ruin, shoving him aside. "I want what I see all of them having. Mortality. Shortness of life. An ending of life. To be what someone lives and dies for. To be what someone desires and misses. To be what is longed for, coveted, taken and given. I want to be what consumes and is consumed."
Ruin leans forward, his voice a hiss. "Then stop running away and demand he give you what it is you want! But don't blame him for not being able to give what he doesn't even know you want, though I can say from first-hand knowledge, he does give you all you want." He snorts. "You're just too blind and selfish to acknowledge it. You deserve to come to me. I would rip your virginal spirit apart with relish, I think. Show you things you can't even imagine. I could be your hell, Námo, so I'd be careful about where you tread."
Námo watches as Ruin begins to walk away, feeling his anger drain in a tired whoosh.
Then the card looks back.
"Also? One's enough. He won't be lonely. Gorlim doesn't want you to have any more with her, anyway. With anyone. You're not making them out of love for a partner. You're creating life because you think you have to. It lowers his opinion of you, this using of a woman. Stop."
Then the card was gone.
"You are an idiot," he states blandly, leaning against the cold greyness of the path Námo walks. "Here he went through hell, death, and rebirth to keep me from you, and here you are. Walking down a path that will lead from my daughter right into my arms."
The Vala's eyes narrow. "I will never come to you."
"Yes, you will." Ruin pulls the Three of Swords, Five of Swords, Nine of Swords, Queen of Swords, and finally, the Ten of Swords. "You've been up to the Queen, god. Only one more card in your spread if you don't take the Queen's advice. Don't be stupid."
Námo's gaze darkens and his fists clench. "I am not. I am trying--"
"Let me tell you something," the card says in a low, dangerous voice, snarling up into the god's angry face. "You have a lover who gave everything he had to protect you. You, you foolish, blind creature. She was already dead. I couldn't do anything to her. Children are beyond the cards, so your kids were safe. But you? You, god-who-has-never-tasted-ruin, you were fair game. He shielded you. He protected you. He loved you. He died for you. And now... now he lives for you. What the fuck more could you want?"
"Everything!" he bellows at Ruin, shoving him aside. "I want what I see all of them having. Mortality. Shortness of life. An ending of life. To be what someone lives and dies for. To be what someone desires and misses. To be what is longed for, coveted, taken and given. I want to be what consumes and is consumed."
Ruin leans forward, his voice a hiss. "Then stop running away and demand he give you what it is you want! But don't blame him for not being able to give what he doesn't even know you want, though I can say from first-hand knowledge, he does give you all you want." He snorts. "You're just too blind and selfish to acknowledge it. You deserve to come to me. I would rip your virginal spirit apart with relish, I think. Show you things you can't even imagine. I could be your hell, Námo, so I'd be careful about where you tread."
Námo watches as Ruin begins to walk away, feeling his anger drain in a tired whoosh.
Then the card looks back.
"Also? One's enough. He won't be lonely. Gorlim doesn't want you to have any more with her, anyway. With anyone. You're not making them out of love for a partner. You're creating life because you think you have to. It lowers his opinion of you, this using of a woman. Stop."
Then the card was gone.
