Finley held me in his arms tonight, and there was peace in my heart and soul. Sometimes, when we are held, and know we are truly love, the discord settles.
But it always strikes back.
I was overwhelmed with a hunger, a true and utter lust for intrigue I have not felt for a very long time. I watched the Tudors, I remembered the Roses, and now I'm reading Sherlock Holmes. I need... a worthy adversary. My head spins with it, people-who-aren't-reading. My blood is pounding in my ears.
Even to create a world again, start fresh like I did with the Roses--it wouldn't be enough. I need someone else's world, need to take it down and own it... because I can.
When I am like this, a dark part of my soul dances with the idea that those who challenge me, who oppose me, were very foolish indeed.
"When you think you know the story...."
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