Mod Drabbles
Claim: Rasputin
Theme(s): Fear, Memories, Love
Number Completed: 03/30
Fear
How could they?!
Did they think they could shame him in such a way?
A shudder ran through him. After all he had done for the royal family, this was how he was treated? They would pay for this.
Oh yes, they would pay. He would make sure of it. There would not be a day when the fear of the name Rasputin would not be in the back of their minds.
He would have his revenge, and all who knew of him would fear him. No one would oppose him.
He would have blood, and he would make hell.
Memories
He sat staring into the darkness. He could remember her smile. He could hear her laughter. She was always at the forefront of his mind.
She kept him from greatness by just being alive. Even her memory tormented him.
He hated her, but her name passed his lips with a hiss.
"Anastasia..."
And yet he yearned for her in a way he couldn’t explain. In a way that no memory could do justice.
She was the fabric of his life now.
She would be his, and she would die at his hands.
Then not even her memory could control him.
Love
Some would say he was incapable of love.
Some would call him evil, but he knew better than to give into their cruel words.
He did love.
He loved a little bat he had magicked to talk.
They were friends. They were partners. And they loved each other.
Some would never understand the special bond. Some would laugh at his foolishness.
Some people were stupid.
He had power. He had status. He could have them jailed in an instant. The royals wouldn't question him.
But he knew better. They were wrong. So wrong.
He knew love, and they were blind.
Theme(s): Fear, Memories, Love
Number Completed: 03/30
Fear
How could they?!
Did they think they could shame him in such a way?
A shudder ran through him. After all he had done for the royal family, this was how he was treated? They would pay for this.
Oh yes, they would pay. He would make sure of it. There would not be a day when the fear of the name Rasputin would not be in the back of their minds.
He would have his revenge, and all who knew of him would fear him. No one would oppose him.
He would have blood, and he would make hell.
Memories
He sat staring into the darkness. He could remember her smile. He could hear her laughter. She was always at the forefront of his mind.
She kept him from greatness by just being alive. Even her memory tormented him.
He hated her, but her name passed his lips with a hiss.
"Anastasia..."
And yet he yearned for her in a way he couldn’t explain. In a way that no memory could do justice.
She was the fabric of his life now.
She would be his, and she would die at his hands.
Then not even her memory could control him.
Love
Some would say he was incapable of love.
Some would call him evil, but he knew better than to give into their cruel words.
He did love.
He loved a little bat he had magicked to talk.
They were friends. They were partners. And they loved each other.
Some would never understand the special bond. Some would laugh at his foolishness.
Some people were stupid.
He had power. He had status. He could have them jailed in an instant. The royals wouldn't question him.
But he knew better. They were wrong. So wrong.
He knew love, and they were blind.