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misanagiLorena, This is my first attempt at writing litslash. I read the book a couple of years ago, and in Spanish, but I reread a couple of chapters (in English) to get a feeling of the language and writing style. This is very short, and maybe not so good, but I hope you like it anyway. Merry Christmas!
Instrument
Fandom: Frankenstein
Rating: PG
Pairings: Implied Victor/Clerval and Victor/Elizabeth
Summary: Victor's thoughts as he's recovering in prison in chapter twenty-one.
Warnings: Angst, Slash. First time writing litslash. Victor's POV
Spoilers: For Chapters twenty and twenty-one.
Notes: Gift ficlet for Lorena. Merry Christmas.
Thanks to Anne for the beta *hugs*
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My wakeful days were as sorrowful as the delirium. The time I spent recovering in the prison was filled with anguish and despair. Past and present kept mixing, making my mind swing from one to another. Just one thing remained constant in the never ending turmoil of my mind: Clerval.
His death was another suffering I'd had to endure at the hands of the monster. That terrible creature had already murdered my brother, and now had taken him. My dear Clerval, a loving friend since my childhood days, and a faithful companion in my travels and endeavors... now gone.
The woman appointed to nurse me back to health looked at me with indifferent eyes. There was no amount of suffering that could touch her, not even when my deepest nightmares had me tossing on the wretched bed and crying to the heavens. To her eyes, I was no more than a criminal, but she didn't know the extent of my sins, for she ignored the existence of the monster I had created to be my doom.
How could I manage to keep on living after the monster had taken Clerval from me? The hours spent discussing ancient languages and civilizations were nothing but an image from the past; moments sharing each other's company and friendship, all gone, turned to no more than a memory. Time hadn't been kind to us, it had taken him from me, and all I had left now were memories and illusions.
I cared for Clerval more than any man cared for a friend. Our differences were the very same things that tied us together and made us alike. We both loved Elizabeth, and we loved each other.
What love I felt for Elizabeth and what love I felt for Clerval were different but yet the same. Elizabeth, I dreamt of marrying: Clerval, I knew I would have by my side. He had said so the time we kissed. After he assured me that as unusual as that type of closeness was between males, it was right for us because we both knew love, and we were destined to be friends for life.
That had been before I went to college, before the monster, and before my life had become a nightmare. Now, thanks to my evil creation, Clerval's life had ended, and whatever he had intended for our future, wouldn't be.
The prison cell and the fever were consequences of my pride. The loss of Clerval was my fault, and the monster had just been the instrument.
I closed my eyes, hoping never to recover again.
- The End -
Instrument
Fandom: Frankenstein
Rating: PG
Pairings: Implied Victor/Clerval and Victor/Elizabeth
Summary: Victor's thoughts as he's recovering in prison in chapter twenty-one.
Warnings: Angst, Slash. First time writing litslash. Victor's POV
Spoilers: For Chapters twenty and twenty-one.
Notes: Gift ficlet for Lorena. Merry Christmas.
Thanks to Anne for the beta *hugs*
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My wakeful days were as sorrowful as the delirium. The time I spent recovering in the prison was filled with anguish and despair. Past and present kept mixing, making my mind swing from one to another. Just one thing remained constant in the never ending turmoil of my mind: Clerval.
His death was another suffering I'd had to endure at the hands of the monster. That terrible creature had already murdered my brother, and now had taken him. My dear Clerval, a loving friend since my childhood days, and a faithful companion in my travels and endeavors... now gone.
The woman appointed to nurse me back to health looked at me with indifferent eyes. There was no amount of suffering that could touch her, not even when my deepest nightmares had me tossing on the wretched bed and crying to the heavens. To her eyes, I was no more than a criminal, but she didn't know the extent of my sins, for she ignored the existence of the monster I had created to be my doom.
How could I manage to keep on living after the monster had taken Clerval from me? The hours spent discussing ancient languages and civilizations were nothing but an image from the past; moments sharing each other's company and friendship, all gone, turned to no more than a memory. Time hadn't been kind to us, it had taken him from me, and all I had left now were memories and illusions.
I cared for Clerval more than any man cared for a friend. Our differences were the very same things that tied us together and made us alike. We both loved Elizabeth, and we loved each other.
What love I felt for Elizabeth and what love I felt for Clerval were different but yet the same. Elizabeth, I dreamt of marrying: Clerval, I knew I would have by my side. He had said so the time we kissed. After he assured me that as unusual as that type of closeness was between males, it was right for us because we both knew love, and we were destined to be friends for life.
That had been before I went to college, before the monster, and before my life had become a nightmare. Now, thanks to my evil creation, Clerval's life had ended, and whatever he had intended for our future, wouldn't be.
The prison cell and the fever were consequences of my pride. The loss of Clerval was my fault, and the monster had just been the instrument.
I closed my eyes, hoping never to recover again.
- The End -
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WAAAAIIIII!
Date: 2004-12-24 06:52 am (UTC)*hugsnugglehump*
Thank you, thank you, thank you! That you'd try your first litslash is enough for me, but Frankenstein slash? My M/M cup runneth over!
Ooooohhhh, and I love "romantic friendships". Slash has long been firmly in the realm of boinking bedfellows that "romantic friendships" haven't been given the same attention it deserves. And, frankly, I prefer friendship slash (boinking is optional, of course) and the complexity it brings with it.
This is a very nice first effort at litslash, sweetie. I think you've captured Victor's voice very well by keeping to the "confessional" approach. And references to the kiss...
A girl can only hope and dream... *sighs*
Thank you so much! ^_^ And a Merry Christmas to you, too! (will be pimping this fic with my A Christmas Carol slash coming up)
Re: WAAAAIIIII!
Date: 2004-12-24 08:43 pm (UTC)When I was thinking of the possible books to use I narrowed my possibilities to Frankenstein and Death in Venice. I decided to go with Frankenstein since I've read that more recently.
I'm not sure I could have made the ficlet very explicit. "Romantic Friendship" was the best I could do, based on my perceptions of the characters and the moment I chose to narrate.
I was nervous about this one, since it was my first time writing something like this, so I'm really happy that you thought it was a nice first effort.
Thanks so much for your nice comments *hugs*