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Melpomene (melpomene@graffiti.net)
Body Art
One very faint, ticklish raised flesh, pale and stretched, subtle behind his knee. Another one, under his arm, a dainty jag, hidden amongst the wiry, dark hair, sweet with his must. A new one she hates. It is not hers and therefore holds no desperate poetry. A tiny circle of rippling tenderness, just right of his belly button. It is obscene and crude compared to her precise, pale ones. '5 x 5' on the sole of his foot, for posterity, for rememberance. * * * Behind the knee, small and discreet, a hint ignored until, along with his books, it warps and creaks in the rainy seasons. Only an anoyance now though, no longer a symbol of something private they'd stolen from each other. The one under his arm was something Virginia obsessed over. He thinks about how it feminises him as she licks and suckles at that secret slit. His hands brush over his torso, languishing in the feel of irregular flesh. A little indulgence, he fills with a certainty that he contributes to The Fight. An indulgence he can only afford when thinking of Gunn. Her mark of possession on his left foot. The unredeemable ever present, ever mocking, even in the mirthless face of the redeemed. He cannot forget.
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NOTES Big on the notes on this one. I made good use of my poetic license. I'm pretty sure whatever feeling there could have been between Faith and Wes on the show is pretty much still born, credible in Five by Five but dead (clubbed over the head like a baby seal) by Sanctuary. And I'm not even talking about lust/love or whatever, just a weird torturer/torturee bond. In the fic that bond turns into an intense kind of ownership.
My Faith analysis: In a way I think Faith has a claim on Wesley as a piece of herself, his scars are an expression of who she was when she made those scars. So, in effect, that makes Wes a piece of art. Faith's art was violence and Wes her canvas. It's kind of her own Ode to the Faith-of-right-then, a self-portrait. The scars are manifestations of her own dysfunctional psyche and she circumvents thinking about that by thinking on the aesthetic beauty that she made when she expressed that dysfunction. It's also important to know that she's not who she was when she made those scars. Forget about time and space, it doesn't really work with this fic. But if you
really need to I guess you could put this in some kind of AU future.
My Wes analysis: I think Wes would've actively, if unconsciously, tried to revalue as many of the scars as he could so that he doesn't think about Faith whenever he looks at himself or scratches his knee. But a signature scar, that can't stop being about Faith even if he repressed his little heart out. So to cope with it I think he'd embrace it and be really bitter about it. Add to that, Wes is a real softy, no doubt about that, I mean, a day after he's tortured, he helps Faith escape the Council, even if that was for Angel, he couldn't have done that if he didn't start to believe in her even if it was despite himself. So he's bitter and he can't help thinking about that scar in terms of Faith and not himself. And it can't even be as simple as hating her, the person she was did it to him, not the person she is now, so even though he can't forgive her, she's no longer that person, so all of that resentment is useless, which I think is, in itself, a source of bitterness.
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