bakerstreet | You give love a bad name.

You give love a bad name.

WHAT IS LOVE?

baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me, no more

Aaaah, that great philosophical debate.

I. Give us the basics, but also, no blank comments.
II. On the contrary, in the comment itself, characters must articulate what love (platonic, familial, romantic, universal, as a concept) means to them. To them personally. Eloquently or poorly, they have to use their words.
III. Repliers will ~~shake their heads in simultaneous pity and judgment ~~discuss one of life's fundamental experiences with the original responder!~~~~

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[one of those statements that sounds deliberately edgy but is just true for him.]

[There's only so many times one can compare things to daggers.]

[ That earned a sardonic smile. ]

So you would say that it's the flame that searches and not the moths?

Correct. The moths aren't bright enough to do the searching.

[...Loki, was that a pun? FFS.]

But no, I think that love, like fire, is elemental. In excess, it consumes. In its absence, we freeze. Either way, there's always something to complain about.

I don't think anyone is ever consistently honest with themselves. Granted, I'm biased.

They'd be bright enough once they're in flames.

[ She did enjoy a good pun. Have a metaphor and some dark humor to match. ]

Frankly, I'd much rather be frozen. Less complications that way.

[Wordplay of any kind is a good way to earn a smile from him.]

Would you rather be frozen, though? Have you tried it?

Unfortunately, my own M.O. seems to be to venture close enough to get a nice little third-degree burn, slink off until it heals, and potentially try again later. Someone said that's the definition of madness, I think: trying something repeatedly and expecting a different result. Probably someone human, but that doesn't make them wrong.