What Next? (Lenin/Trotsky)
Title: What Next?
Author: pacifichemlock
Pairing: Lenin/Trotsky
Rating G
Word Count: 350
Prompts: sin
Summary: On the potential benefits and drawbacks of theatrical speech.
Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction. All individuals, real or imagined, are used in a fictitious manner, and never for profit.
Religion is the opium of the people.
It was a piece of information that Lev Davidovich Bronstein had never questioned nor had any difficulty in accepting. He had been raised free of religious ties, and had never seen the institution playing any significant role in the lives of others except as routine. Given Lev Davidovich's views, Vladimir Ilyich's impassioned jeremiad on the subject seemed ill-aimed.
But Lev Davidovich was not about to stop him.
'... A system of philosophical slavery. The masses are at the whim of the church, working and toiling for some supposed afterlife which even at best is only uncertain. But oh, thou shall not! Thou shall not think for thyself, or toil for thyself, or love for thyself.'
By this time, Vladimir Ilyich stopped speaking. He looked at Lev Davidovich, eyes narrowed and mouth tracing its first curves into his familiar and easy grin. From across the modest table, his hand reached forward, followed by his body, and clutched Lev Davidovich's shoulder. Vladimir Ilyich pulled Lev Davidovich forward, then moved his own frame closer, and in one swift movement pressed his lips tightly against those of Lev Davidovich: firm and fast, both of their mouths slightly open.
It ended. And Vladimir Ilyich was back in his own seat, smiling. 'Thou shall not!" he shouted triumphantly, waving his arm for emphasis.
At this point, Lev Davidovich was still his share of stunned. His blank expression moved from Vladimir Ilyich to Nadyezhda Konstantinovna, morphing into uncertainty as it went. She did not look concerned, however: her eyes were amused and her mouth wide.
Vladimir Ilyich had been making a point, in that colourful, dramatic way of his. It had been abstract and rather unexpected, but it was still a point and that is all it was. A loose sense of relief rose into Lev Davidovich's chest and he allowed his eyebrows to unknit. The whirring and sloshing of the liquids in his stomach remained, however, along with the faint, chapped impression of Vladimir Ilyich Ulianov upon the skin of his lips. He continued to carry the latter.
Author: pacifichemlock
Pairing: Lenin/Trotsky
Rating G
Word Count: 350
Prompts: sin
Summary: On the potential benefits and drawbacks of theatrical speech.
Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction. All individuals, real or imagined, are used in a fictitious manner, and never for profit.
Religion is the opium of the people.
It was a piece of information that Lev Davidovich Bronstein had never questioned nor had any difficulty in accepting. He had been raised free of religious ties, and had never seen the institution playing any significant role in the lives of others except as routine. Given Lev Davidovich's views, Vladimir Ilyich's impassioned jeremiad on the subject seemed ill-aimed.
But Lev Davidovich was not about to stop him.
'... A system of philosophical slavery. The masses are at the whim of the church, working and toiling for some supposed afterlife which even at best is only uncertain. But oh, thou shall not! Thou shall not think for thyself, or toil for thyself, or love for thyself.'
By this time, Vladimir Ilyich stopped speaking. He looked at Lev Davidovich, eyes narrowed and mouth tracing its first curves into his familiar and easy grin. From across the modest table, his hand reached forward, followed by his body, and clutched Lev Davidovich's shoulder. Vladimir Ilyich pulled Lev Davidovich forward, then moved his own frame closer, and in one swift movement pressed his lips tightly against those of Lev Davidovich: firm and fast, both of their mouths slightly open.
It ended. And Vladimir Ilyich was back in his own seat, smiling. 'Thou shall not!" he shouted triumphantly, waving his arm for emphasis.
At this point, Lev Davidovich was still his share of stunned. His blank expression moved from Vladimir Ilyich to Nadyezhda Konstantinovna, morphing into uncertainty as it went. She did not look concerned, however: her eyes were amused and her mouth wide.
Vladimir Ilyich had been making a point, in that colourful, dramatic way of his. It had been abstract and rather unexpected, but it was still a point and that is all it was. A loose sense of relief rose into Lev Davidovich's chest and he allowed his eyebrows to unknit. The whirring and sloshing of the liquids in his stomach remained, however, along with the faint, chapped impression of Vladimir Ilyich Ulianov upon the skin of his lips. He continued to carry the latter.