[EM] May -- Penchant
May. 27th, 2008 12:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
changehistoryHe likes to find them young. Not children, by any means, his inclinations have never slid that way (though there is something of an urge to see what raising one, molding one from that young would be like). But his lovers he prefers to find, to take, to seduce when they are still young, balancing on the cusp of adulthood. It isn't a physical preference in such a way as to discriminate against those older as society seems to dictate in ways he finds abhorrent. Having taken a lover, or a wife, he has more than once stayed with them to the end of their natural lives, faithful and true and never straying. But it is the start of the thing, the place it begins.
The young are so easy to mold and manipulate. Affection, attention, treating them like adults when the world still treats them like children (you may die for your country, but you cannot handle beer; you may drive or buy a vehicle, but you may not rent one). They are so impressionable and so very eager, that it makes him smile just to think of it. They are a canvas waiting to be turned into a masterpiece, growing in the direction he dictates to become stronger than they ever imagined they could be. (She is proof of that, he thinks, proud of her even when they fight, proud of the woman she has become, of the force she is to be reckoned with. And the other...ready and on the verge of finding herself, stepping into her own strength, her own power, confident because he is confident of her. She, too, will become a woman of strength and courage, with the vision to guide those around her in just the way he would like them to go.) His vision, imprinted, burned into their minds, fed out from them to those around them, carrying further in exponential growth until the world changes under their powerful hands.
He likes to find them young. He likes to mold them and watch them grow. And he loves to watch what they work in the world, as decade by decade his endgame stretches toward its conclusion.
[ooc: More meta than verse specific, and I hesitate to call it "canon" because we don't have all the facts. So...metaish speculation?]
The young are so easy to mold and manipulate. Affection, attention, treating them like adults when the world still treats them like children (you may die for your country, but you cannot handle beer; you may drive or buy a vehicle, but you may not rent one). They are so impressionable and so very eager, that it makes him smile just to think of it. They are a canvas waiting to be turned into a masterpiece, growing in the direction he dictates to become stronger than they ever imagined they could be. (She is proof of that, he thinks, proud of her even when they fight, proud of the woman she has become, of the force she is to be reckoned with. And the other...ready and on the verge of finding herself, stepping into her own strength, her own power, confident because he is confident of her. She, too, will become a woman of strength and courage, with the vision to guide those around her in just the way he would like them to go.) His vision, imprinted, burned into their minds, fed out from them to those around them, carrying further in exponential growth until the world changes under their powerful hands.
He likes to find them young. He likes to mold them and watch them grow. And he loves to watch what they work in the world, as decade by decade his endgame stretches toward its conclusion.
[ooc: More meta than verse specific, and I hesitate to call it "canon" because we don't have all the facts. So...metaish speculation?]
