fanfic and original writing by ar (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
witticaster) wrote2008-09-26 10:44 pm
witticaster) wrote2008-09-26 10:44 pm
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...The fact that writing more than a few sentences of fiction seems to absolutely drain me is depressing the fuck out of me tonight. But on the off-chance that something can someday come of it for me, here it is.
V for Vendetta, movieverse. Post-torture, pre-leaving. It was originally going to involve cryptic attempts at past-sharing on V's part. And it's shit and I've mixed up words, I know it, but hey. Shit's what we're here for.
“'He only can understand the deep satisfaction which I experienced, who has himself repelled by force the bloody arm of'--”
“I don't want to hear it,” Her voice was quiet and even as she spoke, eyes fixed unseeing on a statue behind and to the left of him. A stone statue was preferable to a porcelain expression—at least the statue hadn't chosen to be so hard.
V sighed and sat, with less grace than he usually possessed. He'd chosen a chair a good bodylength away from where Evey lay on the couch, curled up in a blanket and looking out into empty space with the dedication of a dead man. The words ground out of his throat with significant effort. “Evey, I need you to hear it.”
He's quoting Frederick Douglass's autobiography. Quotation in context is this:
"The gratification afforded by the triumph [he resists his master and baaaaasically wins] was a full compensation for whatever else might follow, even death itself. He only can understand the deep satisfaction which I experienced, who has himself repelled by force the bloody arm of slavery. I felt as I never felt before. It was a glorious resurrection, from the tomb of slavery, to the heaven of freedom. My long-crushed spirit rose, cowardice departed, bold defiance took its place; and I now resolved that, however long I might remain a slave in form, the day had passed forever when I could be a slave in fact."
V for Vendetta, movieverse. Post-torture, pre-leaving. It was originally going to involve cryptic attempts at past-sharing on V's part. And it's shit and I've mixed up words, I know it, but hey. Shit's what we're here for.
“'He only can understand the deep satisfaction which I experienced, who has himself repelled by force the bloody arm of'--”
“I don't want to hear it,” Her voice was quiet and even as she spoke, eyes fixed unseeing on a statue behind and to the left of him. A stone statue was preferable to a porcelain expression—at least the statue hadn't chosen to be so hard.
V sighed and sat, with less grace than he usually possessed. He'd chosen a chair a good bodylength away from where Evey lay on the couch, curled up in a blanket and looking out into empty space with the dedication of a dead man. The words ground out of his throat with significant effort. “Evey, I need you to hear it.”
He's quoting Frederick Douglass's autobiography. Quotation in context is this:
"The gratification afforded by the triumph [he resists his master and baaaaasically wins] was a full compensation for whatever else might follow, even death itself. He only can understand the deep satisfaction which I experienced, who has himself repelled by force the bloody arm of slavery. I felt as I never felt before. It was a glorious resurrection, from the tomb of slavery, to the heaven of freedom. My long-crushed spirit rose, cowardice departed, bold defiance took its place; and I now resolved that, however long I might remain a slave in form, the day had passed forever when I could be a slave in fact."