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  <title>Hey Liebechen!</title>
  <subtitle>my head hurts....</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Hane Taijou</name>
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  <updated>2008-06-27T04:59:29Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:a_ce11o:1743</id>
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    <title>a_ce11o @ 2008-05-13T01:18:00</title>
    <published>2008-05-13T08:33:13Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-27T04:59:29Z</updated>
    <category term="isaak"/>
    <category term="trinity blood"/>
    <category term="dietrich"/>
    <category term="fiction"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A/N: So, I now venture onto the internet with my fics... and in the eternal words of Kiyo's editor "Scary... Scary..."&lt;br /&gt;My first offering, Isaak&amp;amp;Dietrich, Isaak POV, quite mild I think.&lt;br /&gt;1350 letters, or if you prefer,&amp;nbsp;254 words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WARNINGS:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt"&gt;Shota-ai (I think you would call it that... -.-") &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt"&gt;Written after and while listening &lt;a href="http://www.leekspin.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: #cc3300"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for 5 hours... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Also written after an overdose of Joyce, Goethe &amp;amp; Proust (and I love&amp;nbsp;them still)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt"&gt;But first, I would like to add my impressions of both characters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dietrich:&lt;/strong&gt; I see him as very playful&amp;nbsp;or nonchalant, depending on his mood, but only before the story progresses to the Empire Arc, when it reaches that point, Di grows tremendously in his understanding of the world and of his before unperceived inability to literally do anything. At that point he seems far more ruthless while still retaining&amp;nbsp;his (now maybe feigned) air of nonchalance. The ruthlessness coming from&amp;nbsp;the terror of no longer having everything under control. Personally, I think he is somewhat neurotic, needing to be in control of the environment around him and such. With Isaak, it really seems like a "whose manipulating who" game.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isaak&lt;/strong&gt;: Indefinitely trickier, but here goes... from his strange adoption of seven-year-old Dietrich, I cough into my sleeve and state &amp;nbsp;"...&lt;em&gt;cough pedo... cough" &lt;/em&gt;but let us not forget Cain, either one or the other or both&amp;nbsp;is/are pedophiles, anime-Cain doesn't seem that way (or in a really strange way he does...), I think he actually has more life in him than the anime portrays, considering the common anime-villain stereotype of strong and stoic and the budget production. But beyond that issue, while both Isaak and Dietrich put forward strong appearances, I think Isaak is also as unstable as Di, not really with the whole, "I NEED CONTROL" Di has, but more a fear of abandonment,&amp;nbsp;perhaps the reason&amp;nbsp;Isaak continually sticks with Cain (even above Di?)&amp;nbsp;From the anime it seemed as though he didn't know Cain had killed Di when he went out in that airship and got blown up by the AX (though we shan't speak anymore about that... as far as I am concerned he survived the fall &amp;gt;:O) The anime does not indicate in&amp;nbsp;either&amp;nbsp;direction so it does not prove his loyalty one way or another… With all of that said, I don't believe his character changes with Dietrich's growth beyond differing reactions to Di's differing actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="_______Hopeless_______"&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;____________________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The Devil smiles at me, harmless, careless smiles; given so freely as if to seduce me into a state of placidity, which I cannot help but feel. As such, I do not notice myself beginning to reminisce over past grievances, and awash with sudden melancholy,&amp;nbsp;I cannot feel less than annoyed when&amp;nbsp;the re-realization of company dawns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;It is him, humming, mindlessly, and when he notices my perusal of him, a smile broadens on his face. It would, perhaps, be cruel to describe effect of the smile upon his face as distorting, but the appearance it gave to the face was something with neither the strained, mirthless look of someone uncomfortable with themselves, nor was it something entirely benefiting of the arrogant and entirely self-confident airs that usually sprouted from his mouth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;It seemed, for whatever reason, genuine; not only its conveyance of adoration but also in the thought that the expression was in fact directed towards me. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;Sitting down across from me, his cheerful demeanor prompts me to ask, despite recent kindnesses, with an acrid tone, why he was currently entertaining such a jubilant psyche.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Isaak, &lt;/i&gt;he says my name and such delight sparkles in his eyes, that for a moment, I am beside myself with jealousy… it passes; but I still find myself furious with wonder and perhaps awe, then I lament. I cannot share in his perpetual mirth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Isaak, Isaak, Isaak, &lt;/i&gt;his smile widens and again I am stricken again with a deep envy, but paying no attention to my most-likely dismayed expression, he continues, &lt;i&gt;you are&amp;nbsp;really no fun… &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;…why live, when you can just be?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in" align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why live when I can be&amp;nbsp;... ... ...why have hope when we are hopeless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in" align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Looking back... I notice&amp;nbsp;two things, the first one being:&amp;nbsp;Isaak seems like a narcissist in this... lol? The second one&amp;nbsp;being Dietrich's humming, which is most likely attributed to the non-sense Finnish playing in the background... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:a_ce11o:1162</id>
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    <title>I just thought of something</title>
    <published>2008-03-17T05:03:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-25T05:25:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is meaningless,&lt;br /&gt;but knowing that,&lt;br /&gt;is meaningless in itself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O^O"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is kind of unfair...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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