rosenho
and hackthis
-- hope you ladies take that as the compliment it's meant to be *g* Silicon
Notes: Heavy debts style-wise to rosenho
and hackthis
-- hope you ladies take that as the compliment it's meant to be *g*
Lex obtains no satisfaction from breaking fragile things. Not anymore, at
least. The thrill of destruction fades too fast to be tangible. Sadistic
glass-blowers create beauty from silicon, so delicate that the crystal silently
dared him to be careful enough. The tinkling shards always sang in mocking
voices when they hit the floor, and the choral derision irritated him more than
the mess. Lex stopped throwing glasses a long time ago.
"You were right, Lex."
He now prefers to wreak destruction more deliberately, and on more challenging
targets. Silicon can form rock as well as glass. Stone stands resilient, firm --
heaving it against a wall sent it careening back, intact and prepared for
another blow. Quick, easy victory remained stubbornly out of reach, making the
prospect of breaking the molecular bonds eminently more enticing.
"It's pointless."
Erosion had seemed like the most effective course of action. Solid edifices
become sand, given enough water and time. Even a monolith will topple once the
ocean has battered away its supporting base. Lex's experience proved that the
fallen stone remained an obstacle, forcing the sea to batter itself against a
wider surface. Temporary victory damned the waves, leaving them whispering
hollow growls of frustration.
"No matter how much I do, it's never enough."
Still, Lex had time and inexorable fact on his side. No matter how invulnerable
its surface may seem, nothing is indestructible. Science guarantees some
impurity within the bonds, a weakness waiting to be exploited. Tenacity, trial
and error -- these would eventually reveal the right tool; the exact amount of
pressure and where to apply it.
"I don't want to waste any more time."
Knowing triumph is inevitable doesn't lessen the shock of seeing it come to
fruition.
"I don't want to be a super hero."
Convincing the rock that it wants to break?
"I want to be yours."
That's the most delicious conquest of all.
-- End --