masterslade

I do not usually start over.  I change course, tactics, choose a different tool, but to start over is to admit failure, and to lose what ground and experience you have gained.

I taught that to my apprentice.  Never start over, simply build on what you have done.  If I were to start over, I would not be changed, and my circumstances would not be in my favor.   Changing tactics means I change superficially, and I am still in control of the circumstances.  

If I were given an opportunity for a 'do over', however...  I pressed a crack a few months too soon.  I could have gone a little slower with Robin... slowly convinced him of the inefficacy of his team, and a better methodology found on my side of the game.  However, that might have perhaps drawn the Bat out of Gotham, something I wished to avoid before I had Robin firmly in my grasp.

It is immaterial, anyway. *Iaughs softly* Build, don't break and try to rebuild from the same bricks.

Muse: Slade
Fandom: Teen Titans (toon)
Wordcount: Circa 150?
I don't own it, but that'd be nice if I did.
Prompt 16: Starting Over

The great art of life is sensation, and I am nothing if not sensuous. A friend of mine would tell you so, at any rate.

Especially after I got my body back, after the deal I made with the devil, I craved sensation, even so simple as my breath in my mask, warmth against my skin, and the weight of my armor on my body.

But the great art of sensation is fighting someone who knows what they are doing. Robin knew what he was doing, when he could be reminded of what he was doing instead of simply flipping about like a landed fish. A work of art, and we made a masterpiece together, a medley of movement and stillness as I attacked and he defended, and then he returned the favor, a dance of dervishes in the night. And the sensations- blocked blows rising bruises, a tightening of armor over me and watching it shift over him, the sensation of desire to meld that little will o-the wisp, and the sensation of pride when I made him learn, even against his will.

It is a pity that true art is rarely appreciated.