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Fandom: Princess Tutu (anime version)
Character: Lilié
Pairing(s): None
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
Warnings: None.
A/N: Yet another Princess Tutu drabble. This one attacked me at a bus stop, off the realization that Lilié's rhetoric sounded unnervingly similar to another character's. I already found her disturbing as well as amusing, so ... Crossposted from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Dedication: Still forfmanalyst; all for you. :-)
She wakes each morning to the glorious certainty that man is at the mercy of the gods, his end inevitable from his beginning. Her friends, pawns of fate, are blind as Oedipus to what awaits them, and she their only comforter. Brewing tempests in teacups, she pours forth angst and sympathy in less than equal measure, the bitter whelming the sweet. All the world's a stage to her, the play a Gothic melodrama endlessly repeating its second act.
She is Drosselmayer's true heir, did she but know it. Well for her friends (and for the world) that she does not.
Author's Note: I would be remiss if I did not credit the American playwright Lillian Hellman for the phrases with which Lilié's "glorious certainty" is at first described. Quotation is the sincerest form of flattery.
[Disclaimers: Princess Tutu was created by Ikuko Ito and Junichi Sato. Copyright for this property is held by HAL and GANSIS/TUTU. All rights reserved.]
Fandom: Princess Tutu (anime version)
Character: Lilié
Pairing(s): None
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
Warnings: None.
A/N: Yet another Princess Tutu drabble. This one attacked me at a bus stop, off the realization that Lilié's rhetoric sounded unnervingly similar to another character's. I already found her disturbing as well as amusing, so ... Crossposted from
nebroadwe to princesstutu and tutufic.Dedication: Still for
fmanalyst; all for you. :-)She wakes each morning to the glorious certainty that man is at the mercy of the gods, his end inevitable from his beginning. Her friends, pawns of fate, are blind as Oedipus to what awaits them, and she their only comforter. Brewing tempests in teacups, she pours forth angst and sympathy in less than equal measure, the bitter whelming the sweet. All the world's a stage to her, the play a Gothic melodrama endlessly repeating its second act.
She is Drosselmayer's true heir, did she but know it. Well for her friends (and for the world) that she does not.
Author's Note: I would be remiss if I did not credit the American playwright Lillian Hellman for the phrases with which Lilié's "glorious certainty" is at first described. Quotation is the sincerest form of flattery.
[Disclaimers: Princess Tutu was created by Ikuko Ito and Junichi Sato. Copyright for this property is held by HAL and GANSIS/TUTU. All rights reserved.]
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Date: 2007-03-21 05:21 pm (UTC)Although...I wonder what made her this way. Or did she always believe that?
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Date: 2007-03-21 05:59 pm (UTC)I did notice that. In deference to Ms. Hellman's reputation, however, let me give the entire quotation: "If you believe, as the Greeks did, that man is at the mercy of the gods, then you write tragedy. The end is inevitable from the beginning. But if you believe that man can solve his own problems and is at nobody's mercy, then you will probably write melodrama."
I wonder what made her this way. Or did she always believe that?
Lilie strikes me as an exaggerated version of a common adolescent psychological type: the angst-bunny, who thrives on the soap opera antics of fellow-adolescents, spends hours gossiping about them, and is not above stirring the pot. All without being actively malicious, mostly. Not a type I hung out with in high school, but you couldn't miss 'em even in a crowd.