((Originally posted by Greyhaunt on 12/14/07))
((Tai got a new wig so he looks just a wee bit different now - and sorry for the bad focus - he was too angry to hold the camera steady))
Tai: You make me sick. How can you waste time chiding me with tastelessness when you are so damn spineless that you will abandon Cora to that pack of monsters!
And for your limited information - it was not conceit that made me put my image on a shirt, you dipshit, it was something called IMAGINATION.
Tai: I'd like to say the reason you will never be a writer is because you have no imagination - but that would be a lie. You know why? Because people with no imagination can't experience fear - and that seems to be all you are made out of. Imagination forces a person to see beyond the black and white of life - to acknowledge the shades of grey that are the possibilities of what may be and what lurks below the surface. A real writer harnesses that to create their stories. You, on the other hand, got so freaked out by reality that you tied your imagination up tighter than a masochist in a mummysuit and tried to kill it. But you can't kill it, Luis - and the bits of it that leak out uncontrolled are what fuel your persistant fears and make you the spineless cretin you are proving yourself to be.
If I was there I'd fucking backhand you across the room. I despise you more than I despise Locke. At least he is an honest bastard.
You want a harsh truth? You aren't sorry to be running away from Cora - because the Cora you are looking at now is the real thing - not the Pink Princess you've been mooning over since day one. And that's why you are really running.
You never loved the real Cora - you loved an ideal you set up. The beautiful innocent Pink Princess from the fairytale realm. Innocent and virtuous and up on a pedestal where you could worship her. Sure, part of you knew that she was sharing her "favors" with the others - but so long as it didn't get forced into the open in front of you it was easy enough to ignore; to pretend it wasn't happening.
After all, beautiful princesses don't put out - do they? Only you can't hide from reality now - can you? Turns out your princess is a real person. Life isn't a Harlequin Romance novel anymore and rather than be a true friend to the true person, you are just going to run away and forget any of this ever happened. And don't go blaming this on fucking Osirus - he may be dead, but I believe he's man enough to admit it if he was the one who knocked Cora up.
So run away, Luis. Your Pink Princess is tarnished now in your eyes so you can't face her. She isn't perfect anymore - is she? She's used baggage and you can't worship a goddess if she isn't pure and innocent can you?
Well I have news for you - Cora may have had sex, but she's just as pure and innocent as she was the day you first met her. Because unlike what theology would have you believe, purity and innocence is a matter of the soul - not the body. I've met virgins who were more tainted and corrupted than a so-called street whore - and I've met whores with more purity of soul than some virgins.
And then there are excresent men like you and my father - who abandon the women they are supposed to love.
Lachlan: Tai, that's enough. Don't drag Daddy into this.
Tai: Why not? The only difference between them is that our father at least did the knocking up himself and acknowledged it before he ran away.
Lachlan: Enough!
Lachlan: I've never spoken to you before Luis, although I know that Cora has counted you as a friend. And I know she has been afraid to tell you the truth - afraid because every other so-called man in the Manor has failed her...well, except for Xerxes who thus far has shown more maturity than anyone else.
Lachlan: Sad as it is to say - I agree with my brother. And I hope you do leave - leave soon. Because, the sooner you are gone the less pain Cora will feel in the long run.
Iago: THPPPPTTTTT
Lachlan: I am shamed to see how those closest to Cora have proven to be the most worthless of friends, while those of us too far away to embrace her have proven to be the better.
Tai: And I'm now glad to know you didn't sleep with her. Better for her to have the child of a monster, than that of a coward.
((Tai got a new wig so he looks just a wee bit different now - and sorry for the bad focus - he was too angry to hold the camera steady))
Tai: You make me sick. How can you waste time chiding me with tastelessness when you are so damn spineless that you will abandon Cora to that pack of monsters!
And for your limited information - it was not conceit that made me put my image on a shirt, you dipshit, it was something called IMAGINATION.
Tai: I'd like to say the reason you will never be a writer is because you have no imagination - but that would be a lie. You know why? Because people with no imagination can't experience fear - and that seems to be all you are made out of. Imagination forces a person to see beyond the black and white of life - to acknowledge the shades of grey that are the possibilities of what may be and what lurks below the surface. A real writer harnesses that to create their stories. You, on the other hand, got so freaked out by reality that you tied your imagination up tighter than a masochist in a mummysuit and tried to kill it. But you can't kill it, Luis - and the bits of it that leak out uncontrolled are what fuel your persistant fears and make you the spineless cretin you are proving yourself to be.
If I was there I'd fucking backhand you across the room. I despise you more than I despise Locke. At least he is an honest bastard.
You want a harsh truth? You aren't sorry to be running away from Cora - because the Cora you are looking at now is the real thing - not the Pink Princess you've been mooning over since day one. And that's why you are really running.
You never loved the real Cora - you loved an ideal you set up. The beautiful innocent Pink Princess from the fairytale realm. Innocent and virtuous and up on a pedestal where you could worship her. Sure, part of you knew that she was sharing her "favors" with the others - but so long as it didn't get forced into the open in front of you it was easy enough to ignore; to pretend it wasn't happening.
After all, beautiful princesses don't put out - do they? Only you can't hide from reality now - can you? Turns out your princess is a real person. Life isn't a Harlequin Romance novel anymore and rather than be a true friend to the true person, you are just going to run away and forget any of this ever happened. And don't go blaming this on fucking Osirus - he may be dead, but I believe he's man enough to admit it if he was the one who knocked Cora up.
So run away, Luis. Your Pink Princess is tarnished now in your eyes so you can't face her. She isn't perfect anymore - is she? She's used baggage and you can't worship a goddess if she isn't pure and innocent can you?
Well I have news for you - Cora may have had sex, but she's just as pure and innocent as she was the day you first met her. Because unlike what theology would have you believe, purity and innocence is a matter of the soul - not the body. I've met virgins who were more tainted and corrupted than a so-called street whore - and I've met whores with more purity of soul than some virgins.
And then there are excresent men like you and my father - who abandon the women they are supposed to love.
Lachlan: Tai, that's enough. Don't drag Daddy into this.
Tai: Why not? The only difference between them is that our father at least did the knocking up himself and acknowledged it before he ran away.
Lachlan: Enough!
Lachlan: I've never spoken to you before Luis, although I know that Cora has counted you as a friend. And I know she has been afraid to tell you the truth - afraid because every other so-called man in the Manor has failed her...well, except for Xerxes who thus far has shown more maturity than anyone else.
Lachlan: Sad as it is to say - I agree with my brother. And I hope you do leave - leave soon. Because, the sooner you are gone the less pain Cora will feel in the long run.
Iago: THPPPPTTTTT
Lachlan: I am shamed to see how those closest to Cora have proven to be the most worthless of friends, while those of us too far away to embrace her have proven to be the better.
Tai: And I'm now glad to know you didn't sleep with her. Better for her to have the child of a monster, than that of a coward.
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