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Green Day - Sheās A Rebel
Sheās a rebel Sheās a saint Sheās salt of the earth And sheās dangerous Sheās a rebel Vigilante Missing link on the brink Of destruction From Chicago to Toronto Sheās the one that they Call old whatsername Sheās the symbol of resistance and sheās holding on my heart like a hand grenade
Inescapable Peasentry (CharlesxMartie)
āA madman?āĀ The redhead cocked his head at Martie, a thoughtful expression touching his face. After a moment, he continued, āAssuming that your madman in question is capable of something such as love, then you must ask the reason why they love said person. What they believe having that love does for them. If they love their person because they save them from loneliness, then there is nothing your madman would not do to keep their beloved by their side at all costs. If they love them because of understanding, then they will value the loved one as something high. Something pure and good because understanding for such people is so rare to come by.ā
Charles took a sip from his glass and was silent for another beat before resuming speaking. āLove makes villains even more dangerous than they were before. It gives them something to fight for. Something that could drive them beyond their own borders faster than youād believe to be possible. A hero is powerful because they have something to protect. Putting that same motivation behind a villain is a recipe for success.ā
Martie watched the man closely for a moment, soaking in his speech. He certainly seemed to have a deep understanding of the conceptā¦though the girl supposed she could appreciate that. She rarely met people who could keep up with her literary analyses and even fewer who actually enjoyed doing so. This man could perhaps even outdo herā¦but she wasnāt going to roll over that easily. Stillā¦there wasnāt much for her to say about Charlesā evaluation aside from agreements.
The girl looked into her glass and nodded slowly, carefully thinking her words over and murmuring softly to herself. āAcceptanceā¦Salvation from solitudeā¦ā Finally, she looked back up at the man across from her. āWhat if he has no reason? Do you think a madman would have the capacity to simply fall in love without considering what the other person has to offer him, regardless of whether they offer it consciously or not?ā
Martie absently raised her glass, pressing the rim to her lips, but lowered it once more without taking a sip. She made a quiet, curious noise. āSoā¦youāre saying that a madman with the motivation of a hero would be unstoppable?ā She quirked an eyebrow. āThat is an interesting thoughtā¦I suppose if he didnāt have the same morals and restrictions, thenā¦ā More thoughtful nodding.
āEither way,ā the girl suddenly added with a small shrug, āI suppose I just like to see everyone find their happily-ever-afters. I guess I just canāt help myself.ā She offered Charles another somewhat sheepish smile.Ā
Charles pursed his lips, a small frown forming between his brows. āIām afraid that I cannot follow that line of thinking. Love is an inherently selfish thing. There is always a reason for it forming, always a condition that maintains it. āI love you because you love meā or āI love you because of how you make me feelā. Romance is the most dull and self-serving of human desires. Itās a glorified ego stroking. While I care to have my own ego pleased every now and again, itās much easier and cleaner without pesky emotions involved. To answer your question, I donāt believe that anyone can fall in love without a selfish desire of some kind.ā
Maybe it was a touch cold and cruel of him, but that didnāt change the fact that it was true. He found the idea of love to be an over-blown bit of nonsense and sentiment. And those who sought it with fervor needed to find a better occupation for their time.
He tipped his own glass back and indulged in another sip of wine, noting that the level of liquid in her own cup remained the same the whole time. āYou donāt have to keep drinking the ginger ale if it isnāt to your taste. It doesnāt offend me. And a villain with a heroās power behind them would indeed be unstoppable by all but one force. Their loved one is the weakness. If that support is removed, there are two options. Either the villain crumbles without them, or flies into a rage that none would be able to counter. That is why love is such a weakness.ā
The redhead leveled her with a steady, dry look. āHappily Ever Afters do not exist. They are fiction, and even then, not particularly well thought out fiction. There is always adversity, always selfishness. Seeking happiness from another human is foolish and fallible. Youāll always be disappointed.ā
A faint frown formed on the manās face before he answered, āIām afraid that I cannot follow that line of thinking. Love is an inherently selfish thing. There is always a reason for it forming, always a condition that maintains it. āI love you because you love meā or āI love you because of how you make me feelā. Romance is the most dull and self-serving of human desires. Itās a glorified ego stroking. While I care to have my own ego pleased every now and again, itās much easier and cleaner without pesky emotions involved. To answer your question, I donāt believe that anyone can fall in love without a selfish desire of some kind.ā
Martieās own brows furrowed slightly, and she tapped a finger idly on her glass. āWhat about unrequited love?ā she questioned uncertainly. āWhat if someone falls in love with selfish wishes in mind that are not recognized? But they remain in love regardless? Do you really believe there arenāt people capable of such emotion?ā
Charles sipped his wine, eyeing the girlās glass. āYou donāt have to keep drinking the ginger ale if it isnāt to your taste. It doesnāt offend me.ā Before the man finished his sentence, Martie had upended her glass and set it down next to Charles. Her gaze was again trained on his face curiously as he continued, āAnd a villain with a heroās power behind them would indeed be unstoppable by all but one force. Their loved one is the weakness. If that support is removed, there are two options. Either the villain crumbles without them, or flies into a rage that none would be able to counter. That is why love is such a weakness.ā
A quiet, ambiguous sound escaped the bespectacled girlās lips. āTheir love would likely also be their greatest support, donāt you think? The one person who accepts them unconditionally.Ā I like to believe that even if people donāt attempt to change the ones who they love, for one reason or another, they still endeavor to strengthen them and help them overcome their weaknesses and fears.Ā Perhaps if that were the case, then the villain could carry on without their love. I canāt really say either way, however.ā She gave a small, resigned shrug.
The man suddenly fixed Martie with a flat stare. āHappily Ever Afters do not exist. They are fiction, and even then, not particularly well thought out fiction. There is always adversity, always selfishness. Seeking happiness from another human is foolish and fallible. Youāll always be disappointed.ā
The girl returned Charlesā gaze steadily, chocolate orbs suddenly glinting. āI never said that āhappily ever afterā had to be a perfect storybook ending. Of course there will always be adversity and selfishness. That is human nature. Itās inescapable. But it is perfectly possible for oneās life to end in pure contentment, even with another person. There may certainly be disappointment along the way, but some people are lucky enough to find the right person. Even then there may be disappointment, but donāt you tell me that the good isnāt worth the bad. That is much too miserable a mindset for me to tolerate.ā She blew out a short huff of breath and looked away, quietly adding, āHappiness isnāt all black and white. It isnāt equivalent to perfection. That kind of thinking is foolish.ā Ā
She had seen her a few times, she remembered. Usually through dares. Actually almost exclusively through dares. She seemed nice though and Dia figured that she would appreciate a flower crown, "Pardon me, Miss." She called to her, "I made a flower crown, and I was wondering if you would like it. I think it would look nice on you."
Martie turned at the sound of a tinkling voice. It was the raven-haired girl sheād met a few times beforeā¦Dia. At the young ladyās offer, the bespectacled girl cocked an eyebrow, somewhat surprise, but then she offered Dia a warm smile and gently accepted the ringlet of blossoms, a faint hint of heat creeping into her cheeks. āOhā¦thank you!ā Martie set the crown carefully on her head and beamed once more, clasping her hands behind her back and tilting her now crowned head slightly to the side somewhat bashfully.
"Youāre welcome, they look lovely on you." She smiled gently. She was right to give Martie the faint pink one. It looked rather good on her, it worked well with the color of her hair, "Iām glad that you like it. Iām fairly good at making crowns, that one is the best made one though."Ā
Honestly Martie had the sort of look that made flower crowns look especially good on her.Ā
āYouāre welcome, the look lovely on you,ā Dia admired with a sweet smile, and Martie felt her cheeks burn slightly hotter, but she was pleased. "Iām glad that you like it. Iām fairly good at making crowns, that one is the best made one though."Ā
The bespectacled girl nodded and offered the raven-haired beauty a grateful, somewhat bashful smile in return, glancing away and murmuring thanks. Then Martieās eyes widened as a thought popped into her head, a quiet, āOh!ā escaping her lips. She looked around, quickly spotting what sheād hoped to find. She stepped over and bent down, plucking the pale purple wildflower from the grass, and turned back to Dia, holding out the bloom with a sheepish expression and a slight shrug, her lips twitching back into a smile.
List twenty things about yourself, and try not to repeat what you've already said
"Oh, my. Hold on one moment! Iāll write them down for you."
A story about me from when I was little, but that I only know from stories.
"Goodness, I don't know...I've been told that I once threw a cat down the stairwell of our family home. It didn't get hurt, so there's no no need for worry. Actually...I believe it was mentioned that the foolish creature came right back to me!"
A memory that still makes me sad.
"Mmm...I suppose reminiscing about departed loved ones often saddens me, though it's mostly a nostalgic regret for time lost..."
Someone I didn't like at first but do now.
"There was one girl...I've liked everyone I've met recently, but years ago there was a girl who was close with one of my best friends. We were at odds for the longest time, but one day she decided to stop despising me, and now we're relatively good friends,"
A song I used to love and still do.
"1234 by Feist is a childhood favorite of mine, and I may love it even more today than I did two decades ago!"
Someone I used to be close with.
"There are several people. I'm not always the best with keeping contact...though it doesn't mean I don't still care for my old friends."
A place I used to visit a lot but haven't for awhile.
"Ah...the woods around my parents' house..."
A song I used to love but now don't.
"As a matter of fact, I used to like seafood, but now I loathe nearly anything that comes out of water."
A memory that never fails to make me smile.
"Oh, there are too many to recall! Though, many of those are simply old inside jokes...My friends never cease to amuse me, even when we're far apart. 'Maybe in distance, but never in heart!'"
A memory that used to anger me but they've since gotten over or forgiven.
"Hmm...Well, I once got into a fight with one of my closest friends...It was quite nasty, and things were said that shouldn't have been, and I was hurt for a long time. Bitter, really, but we've long since forgiven and forgotten."
A memory that still makes me angry.
"Oh, well...I'm usually the type to look ahead and move on...but...when I was younger, I...I saw one of my classmates being bullied, but I didn't do anything to stop it. I'm still so disappointed in myself for that, and I suppose I do get quite angry at myself when I think about it. I was such a coward."
