#𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈 𝒾𝓂𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 ● 𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑉𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑂𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 』

[wraith-of-christmas-future]

I’m gonna ramble again. 

I feel like Charlie’s attraction to Victoria McQueen began way before their first meeting. Have to remember he correlated visions relative of her as she had of him. Then they dreamt of one another, both the good and bad. It makes my mind spin at the possibilities on what he may have saw attached to her essence. Or even heard intrusively. We do know he dreamt of all the things she successfully retrieved. Perhaps the bridge itself in sporadic burns of memory linked between them. Which if this were the case, the AU I have of him coming across her sketch of the Shorter Way before the abduction of young Haley would be a certified identification when she comes to Bing to collect it for her portfolio. The idea of her holding attachment and love for the antiquated, collaborating on having an old soul; both becoming metaphoric of a bygone era. Or prattle on how he sensed her longing to be free from the binds that tangle her in a stagnant and ignorant place -- much like he had been. Then the irresistible urge to find the lost , she sung to his heart without meaning to and it grew into an irresistible attachment. He was smitten before he even knew her name or that she was in fact a she.

Though, I am partial that he knew she was a girl before Haley told him. Perhaps he just wanted to hear it, elucidate his instinct. The ploy to get the young girl to give details of the Strong Creative by playing at the battle of the sexes which is ingrained in us at an early age and would have been a clever way of allowing emotions to free the tongue so the web can be spun.

[wraith-of-christmas-future]

Feeling a little under the weather the past couple of days, so my intention of popping out replies left and right has become stalled regrettably.  Not certain if it was food poisoning or a bug going around. Only that it lingered far longer than it should have.      

       On other notes .. this line in particular has me speculating on Charlie’s relationship dives. “ I'll admit Vic McQueen has stoked a fire I've long struggled to keep dormant. “ This love at first sight with the “ I must make her mine “ in tow. It’s adorable as it is sad.

I’m sure there may have been less of a denial with Jolene July, cause he was fresh off his own 1940s death bed. Considerably young with his developments under that periodic innocence. Remnants of his human life. Yet the fault remains the same in the end. What little love he had been shown with Cassandra , his first wife - especially in the beginning. Developed into a drug for him, so when she took it away , the relationship was no better than what he had with his own mother. Churning into resenting his very existence. Banishing him outside because she refused to give him proper affection.

Parallel to Cassandra banishing him to work himself to death to appease her needs. Their children were no different, often put to work too, where the line from Charlie’s youth resurfaced on the lips of his wife and attached itself to his darling daughter (s) with such ugly scorn. Robbing her of her youth.  He had become the burden of both mother and wife.        When Jolene takes that route upon refusing the ring, Charlie in his rejection associated it with his past rejections which often turned to violence. That it was the violence that accompanies which he was growing to crave. Germinating into a full fledged trauma at that point. He buries more trauma than he should and it eventually suffocates him without him fully comprehending in it doing so. That in the end it all narrows down to his inscape. That according to these rejections, he is nothing without it. Thus why it eventually becomes an attractive quirk as wealth would be for some. Which prompts him to show the next woman of interest his inscape before popping the question that would tie them. Though having gotten away from the point I was trying to make; his denial to keep such desire at bay is not because he shuns the affection or the qualified perversion in which it could conjure. Or the distraction it could merit, cause the man yearns for touch.  But deep down he fears the hurt that would be inevitable, a hurt that reopens a wound he had allowed to scab and scar for a time. A hurt he eventually can not differentiate. An emotional stain that is often taxed under the wall of rage.

Yet with Victoria McQueen it was becoming more like an expectancy , that maybe this was how it was suppose to be. With love comes pain. Conjuring such a thrill. With pleasure births violence. Allowing her to play hard to get with what the mundane would dub down right abusive. Yet Charles Talent Manx was never normal, not even when he had been human.

It’s a chase that he thirsts after in more ways than one, especially now that his more predatory traits have become a dominant role. His children needing a mother would ferry an excuse that was in fact true, but often not the triggering factor which would cause him to leap. Judging by some quotes of his in the book insinuating Charlie holding a very high libido. A man has needs and his has been denied for far too long that he has become touch starved.

[wraith-of-christmas-future]

what form of gentle affection are you?  

Charles Talent Manx the III

Tagged by: @vyrulent

Tagging :  @aurora-stantler-our-historian , anyone else who wishes to give it a whirl.

[wraith-of-christmas-future]

I’ve got the 𝒸𝓇𝓊𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓉 intentions My blood’s running 𝒸𝑜l𝒹 I get so high with a 𝓋𝑒𝓃𝑔𝑒𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 The lower I go

I come alive in the Darkness You know that I love the 𝒢𝒶𝓂𝑒 While there’s a snake in the Garden

🇳​🇴​ 🇴​🇳​🇪​ 🇸​ 🇸​🇦​🇫​🇪​

Ooh - you’re looking at the 𝒟𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓁 Ooh - do you wanna 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎 ?

Ooh - you’re looking at the 𝒟𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓁 When you walk in the dark You won’t walk away

Don’t bite the apple If you don’t want a 𝓉𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒 of me

The Darkness is following Wherever վօմ run

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