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Date Posted: 03:12:13 02/18/02 Mon
Author: Saras
Subject: Being consumed
In reply to: Tristan 's message, "Playing with fire again, are we?" on 23:55:33 02/17/02 Sun

Saras’ eyes were wide, like huge round saucers as he watched and listened to Tristan. He was horrified that his stupid, thoughtless, careless words had made the dragon so angry. Tristan had said very little to him since Ravin had brought him into the group, but he had liked the Dragon, because he liked all of Ravin’s friends. He had just been trying to help… He had wanted to grant Jeremy one of his little wishes, even tho he wasn’t Jeremy’s genie. He knew that was wrong, but he felt the need because Ravin didn’t want him, and he was supposed to grant wishes. It gave him purpose. But instead of granting even a little wish, he had stupidly made Tristan angry, and because he couldn’t bear the thought of hurting someone he considered a friend--even if it was by extension of Ravin, he couldn’t face any of them now. His shame and failure made him embarrassed, and he only knew that he had to get away. To do what Tristan said, since even if he was useless as a genie, he could at least do that much. He could keep them from further hurt that he would inflict because of his stupidity.


“…I’m so sorry.” he whispered, drawing his tightly clenched fists up to his mouth. “I didn’t know Marz belonged to you… I just wanted Jeremy... to be happy. To have someone that he could belong to, and that would make him happy… I didn't mean... ”


He finally choked on his words, and coudln't bare the angry looks. Saras turned, a flash of red hair, and he was gone, out of the kitchen doing as he was told, because he didn't know what else he could do to make it better. He had made Tristan so angry, and Jeremy could have gotten hurt, and Marz and Corum were probably angry now too, and it had all been his fault because he was stupid and useless and a horrible worthless genie, and he knew no amount of apologies could make it better! He hadn’t thought about how Marz would have felt, or how Tristan would have reacted. He had only thought his selfish desire to make his friend happy. He especially hadn’t thought about how Marz felt, and if he felt the same for Tristan the way he felt for his masters. He should have known. He should have!! He should have seen that Marz was Tristan’s master, and he had made Tristan feel like he was taking his master away… He hadn’t even realized that tristan would have felt like he did now. Alone and Masterless. It was the worse thing for a genie, and he hadn’t even thought about that, and how lost it was to be like this.


Saras was bound to his master. To do whatever his Master wanted of him, and to make him happy. It was easier, or it was supposed to be easier, that way. Although Jeremy wasn’t his master, Jeremy had at least treated him as if he belonged to someone. Ravin certainly didn’t. Ravin didn’t even want him as his genie, something Saras couldn’t understand. Why didn’t Ravin want him? He had all but given him away to Jeremy. Was it because he wasn't all male, or all female? Because he had stupidly tried to be both, because he found one sex too limiting? What was wrong with him? Saras coudln't imagine what he would do if Jeremy rejected him now. Who would he belong to then? Who would he make happy? Saras truly envied the humans who belonged to someone, even if he didn‘t understand the complex feelings involved. How else did they measure their lives and their worth, if they weren’t making someone happy, and granting all of their little wishes? If they weren’t somebody’s? It made his heart ache to realize that while trying to make Jeremy happy, he had in essence, taken away Tristan’s master, something that made him feel lost and alone. How could he have done that? He really was an awful genie.


Saras stopped and looked around at the dark maze of halls, not sure where he was. He had fled down a hallway and kept running, his thoughts and tears blinding him. He had lost a sandal somewhere along the way as well, and his foot now hurt. That was why he stopped, he realized. Tiny cuts and scrapes covered the bottom of his foot, and it had begun to hurt more to run, then not to. He limped over to the side of the hall and sat down, his back to the wall and drew his knees up and hugged them close wishing that he could have wishes too.


I would go back to sleep... he thought. Go back to my own world, where I can't make anyone angry, because of the stupid things that I do. Where I wont say stupid things and confuse people and where I can do something besides cry...


Saras knew in his heart tho, that he would wish that Ravin wanted him. But because he knew that he wasn’t wanted, he thought that maybe if he just stayed here long enough, they would all forget about him. It would be lonely all by himself, thought sadly, but he would rather get used to that then make everyone upset. Deep inside, no matter how much he knew he hurt others because of his selfishness, he wanted to try to make them happy. Besides, he would only have to worry about it so long as Ravin was alive, and then he would be able to go back to sleep and not cause any more trouble, until his next master came. He closed his eyes, blinking away the tears, wishing humans didn’t confuse him, and that he had been made better, so that he wasn’t stupid and useless, and could make Ravin and everyone happy.

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  • Graffiti -- Argus and Barry, 04:30:28 02/18/02 Mon
  • What the hell? -- Marz and Jeremy, 10:19:00 02/18/02 Mon


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