Thursday, March 24, 2011

006 - The Kinght of Coin (R) Is . . .

006 - The Knight of Coin (R) Is . . .


On the way to breakfast I asked L'Imperatore if he thought himself a violent man.  His response was not as expected, and went against everything we'd spent the last decade discussing and/or hinting around in bed play as well as rememberences.  L'Imperatore said no.  No he did not think he was a violent man.

It's not my place to point out what I knew of him.  His violence, you see, was never put out there in his physical realm.  He'd never knowingly hurt a fly.  But such is the strangeness of a man subjugated to a mother and sisters who wished him to be as polite, refined, and of as delicate sensibilities as they were.  They might as well dressed him in lace and castrated him in the physical. 

L'Imperatore's dreams are quite a bit darker than they could have feared.  My imagination, though, does me quite well to remember that his observed nature is not towards violence, was never suffered for violence.  But underneath the charming politeness, puns and laugh-for-every minute storyteller is a man who wishes to be a perverse and dark lord.  So deep is that wish, that desire buried that when it surfaces it scares him.  And now . . . and now he is trying to convince himself those days are behind him. 

Such a shame.

I enjoy that darkness.

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