[The words fall on deaf ears, Isaac gazing hollowly into his eyes – and, without a moment’s thought, he leans in and presses a kiss to Julian’s mouth, striving to lose himself in the wild, heady rush he knew would fade all too soon.
He does it because he can. Because, for this brief instant, he feels some wonderful semblance of control; because he knows only to take what he desires, having no reason to expect generosity; and because, somewhere behind all the airs and pretenses is a pathetic creature still aching for non-hostile human contact as any other man. A longing that is warped and tainted by the curse, his lust, his innermost fears, and by a faint but nagging sense of self-loathing.
He is fiercely jealous of Julian without knowing much about him at all. Here is a man, Isaac thinks, who had been blessed with the good fortune not to have been born and regarded as an abomination in the eyes of others. Not to have accusing fingers thrust into his face and wooden stakes driven into him for the crime of existing.
Life was unfair. But he had decided one day that he would no longer sit and take it. He had taken action; he had allied himself with those who had similarly been judged. And so he would, for the rest of his days.
The forgemaster pulls back - and reluctantly opens his eyes, the hand viciously gripping Julian’s tie loosening very slightly. He blinks, looking lost as if having expecting to see someone else standing before him. But then suddenly, his features freeze over and he brings his lips to Julian’s ear, hissing savagely.]
Did you think I would forget a man with the audacity to ignore me? [He had to say something.]
Potential trigger warning: forced kiss
He does it because he can. Because, for this brief instant, he feels some wonderful semblance of control; because he knows only to take what he desires, having no reason to expect generosity; and because, somewhere behind all the airs and pretenses is a pathetic creature still aching for non-hostile human contact as any other man. A longing that is warped and tainted by the curse, his lust, his innermost fears, and by a faint but nagging sense of self-loathing.
He is fiercely jealous of Julian without knowing much about him at all. Here is a man, Isaac thinks, who had been blessed with the good fortune not to have been born and regarded as an abomination in the eyes of others. Not to have accusing fingers thrust into his face and wooden stakes driven into him for the crime of existing.
Life was unfair. But he had decided one day that he would no longer sit and take it. He had taken action; he had allied himself with those who had similarly been judged. And so he would, for the rest of his days.
The forgemaster pulls back - and reluctantly opens his eyes, the hand viciously gripping Julian’s tie loosening very slightly. He blinks, looking lost as if having expecting to see someone else standing before him. But then suddenly, his features freeze over and he brings his lips to Julian’s ear, hissing savagely.]
Did you think I would forget a man with the audacity to ignore me? [He had to say something.]