Random Rambling #1

By Rai Hiiragizawa-Gainsborough

Author's Note: Wrote this at around a little past midnight; tiered, sleepy, hormonal, drunk, sugar-high, and angsty-fluffy. Not good combinations for me. Originally written in my POV but a friend who'd viewed my bio page commented that it seemed to fall under my Wilt x Francis /obsession/ coupling... Take it from whoever's view you want, it doesn't change the fact that it was written to croon over our favorite, overly-polite, one-armed, red friend. Also, in case you're wondering about the part with the red ink, I originally wrote this down in my notebook in RED ink, since my persocom was being uncooperative.

How do you start a story like this?

How do you keep from taking a running leap over the edge of sanity, logic, and reason?

How do you keep from loving him, from basking in the glow and warmth of his countenance, from drinking in and drowning and loosing yourself in his all odd-worldliness?

How do you keep from taking him?

But wait, I'm digressing, as you probably have no idea as to what I am talking about. But isn't that better? I can freely express all that I feel for him, all the things I want to experience with him...

Basking under the glorious light of his smiles, does he realize just how precious those smiles he gives away so freely truly are? Does he know that he exudes such warmth and dimmed passion, that even after his creator has taken his fill of the light, the glow, the warmth; that there is still so much in you to spare?

He claims he's broken, but he is more complete than any of us here will ever be.

He is perfection, but so humble is he that he is so truly naïve to this fact... Oblivious is he to this fact that he is not even aware of how deeply he affects those of us who flock around him, of how deeply he inspires and motivates.

He's more fixed than I'll ever be.

I'm beyond that. Falling, falling into the pits of my self-driven longing for you.

Oh, how I want you.

I need you. And I realize that I am writing this in RED ink. See how you drive me?

Without his—Without your light, I falter in the darkness; lost as only one who has been drunk on you can be... Without your warmth I die in the shadows... Without you, I am gone. I cling to your light. It's nicer than my darkness.

You claim you are nothing without us. You couldn't be more wrong. It is us, who without you, will be nothing. You are our Reality, and we are your Universe.

...I wish, though, that I could be your Universe alone...

You aren't broken, and you never will be.

You're too warm and bright to be. Never to forsake, because you care too much...

It's the rest of us that are broken. Not you. NEVER you.

Wilt. I think I'll give you this.

- 9 / 30; 12 : 53

Well. Expect more of this to come. All focusing on Wilt of course. However, an occasional Francis piece might pop up after this is done. I like her. Especially with Wilt. Especially. In fact, I'm writing another one for Wilt right now as I type... And one for Francis too. Special thanks to the wondrous Kaliska Vanka, who's damn good fic "Covet" inspired me to no end to write this. Read it damn it! I think I'll write one of my own "Adopt-A-Wilt" fics too...