Post by FALLACIEUX on Feb 16, 2010 19:50:14 GMT -5
Fontaine François Froideur
Male ♠ Sixteen ♠ Unattached ♠ Bisexual
♠ FRIENDS;
♠ ENEMIES;
Fallacieux requires a companion, despite their repulsiveness; at least it will finally be someone to talk to through these times. Perhaps someone soft-spoken and never boastful, the pinnacle of sweet-natured. Someone selfless and patient, always waiting for permission if they feel they may be standoffish for acting a certain way. An individual who tries to appear normal and harmless, and definitely not plagued by a vicious disorder. Someone strict on themself when it comes to manners, and opposes true love.
Or, possibly, someone who talks brusquely, even physically fighting if they are pushed. If brought to that point, they are is ruthless with their fists. Maybe not very strong, but with the lid on their frustrations popped off, they'll leave bruises. A violent character who has no qualms about desiring to fight with someone. They may be diligent, even neglect their work. They can use him for what ever means the desire. Just don’t betray him.
For if you do, and you will, in his fury, in his cold shock that told him he should've expected this, Fallacieux will raise his staff and stab you through the stomach, leaving you to bleed to death. Still, he'll do things right the next time. He'll rewind time, to make sure you never remembered, to save them, to make sure he'd have a true friend this time, who wouldn't betray him. He will erase your memories of what happened, and keep you by his side, always. You would be his friend, and stay his friend, forever. Even if Fallacieux has to kill you a thousand times.
♠ ROMANCE;
As they say during the Great War, a new acquaintance is no replacement for an old enemy. (An old enemy can give information, while a new acquaintance can only give mistakes and failure if they do not take their responsibilities seriously, and do what they have to.) No one ever said enemies weren’t persuadable. Your surviving enemies who’ve caught a glimpse of you long to court you – and rip you apart at the same time.
Adversaries are easy to come by.If you are noble enough to venture.They were sinners, they were traitors, they abandoned him and his cause; he just wanted to help, was that so bad? If they thought like him, if they were like him, they'd understand!
But they were acting like adults now -- they said one thing and meant the other -- adults twisted everything, and ruined everything! But, you can't expect the other person to be honest and play fair. What guarantee is there that they won't betray you when you least expect it? If that happened, the game would come to an end. Fallacieux has been psychologically damaged after being abused and hated, that he has begun thinking himself as inferior.
♠ ANYTHING ELSE;
There is no romance, no fireworks, no magically-appearing flowers and sparkles. There is passion, gritty and raw and nothing but the need to satisfy long-ignored lusts, the silver-tongued charmer that disappears as quickly as he had come, leaving behind the only tangible evidence of their union. Sometimes the man who looks happiest in town, with the biggest smile, is the one carrying the biggest load of sin. There are smiles and smiles; learn to tell the dark variety from the light. The seal-barker, the laugh-shouter, half the time he's covering up. He's had his fun and he's guilty. And men do love sin, Will, oh how they love it, never doubt, in all shapes, sizes, colours, and smells.
If anything, the undertone of sexual appeal he has comes off as unintentional. Fallacieux’s actions would be predatory, sexual; never romantic like one might hope. Fallacieux was no noble prince or benevolent king; he was the rough and weathered beggar, who stole from the rich and gave only to himself, with a brutal attractiveness that only increased the thrill of it all. At night he allows himself to drown his sorrow in sex or self-pitying tears, but come dawn and he is prepared to wrack up as many games as possible, as he so craves. Fallacieux possesses extremely masochistic tendencies, along with a plausible dose of outright denial. He takes genuine pleasure out of the borderline rape that others pressure him into; he is humiliated and degraded, but Fallacieux is always begging for more in the end, and never strays.
He wakes crying again, but manages to keep it quiet; his mother does not come for him -- shh, shh, you must stay very quiet, seal the lips and everything but he still keeps screaming and it's drowning out all other noise. He can't be found this way, and he's tired of being alone, he's so lonely it hurts, and that boy has been quiet for weeks now, so quiet, and that's been good, that's been right, and oh, smiling and grinning and being so horribly cheerful as cold sweat coats Fallacieux’s skin, and he feels vomit rising in his throat, forced back down.
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