Finn felt wonderful. After their second night together in the woods, his life was something to be envied by others. Every week he would meet Marceline in the woods, who each time allowed him to enjoy her to the fullest. His heart knew sorrow no more, for at last he was able to please this woman. For him that was the sole purpose of his existence. All he ever desired was to obey a mistress, to kiss her hand, to cherish her being, to protect her even at the cost of his life, once meaningless without her. But Marceline offered so much more to him than a mere kiss! It was for that reason that Finn dedicated himself more than ever to her, as a way of repaying her for what she did every Saturday night, under the silver moon, the stars in the sky being the only spectators to these two lovebirds.
However, deep inside Finn, a vile, disgusting, horrific, most inhumane thing was born. It owed its birth to Finn, the unwilling parent of this demon. Growing in strength with the passing of time, it made those moments with Marceline lose all their splendour and enchantment, though they became exceedingly necessary for Finn. Afterwards the thing receded, only to strike more intense the day after, licking its lips greedily for Marceline’s body. It tortured Finn’s mind. Yet this thing is not nameless. It is known as addiction.
Yes, Finn, the mightiest of heroes, became addicted to Marceline. Once there existed a time when he could see and comprehend Marceline’s feelings, and how isolated she was from the rest of the world. Now his vision was blurred by his addiction; he only saw her physical charms. Instead of wanting to satisfy her, he only thought of feeding his obsession. His older, caring brother Jake began to notice a change in the usual lively Finn whenever he noticed Finn simply staring into space with a dreamy look in his eyes. He was concerned for his sibling. If only he knew what to do! Suppressing Finn in the Tree house would only make matters worse. To add to the list, his fear of vampires, while less intense, still lingered, preventing him from confronting Marceline. Jake, with an aching heart, could do nothing about Finn.
One night before departing, Marceline told Finn that she had to go to the Nighthosphere. Those words pierced his heart with full force. What once gave him a purpose to breathe was now leaving him. While it was only for two weeks, it seemed like years. How could his life ever continue from that point!
Worse yet, his addiction, angered at such horrifying news, ravaged Finn both mentally and physically. His hands became shaky and unsteady, trembling at the slightest attempt to move them. Even his appetite suffered. All of Jake’s food became tasteless. His mind got the most damage. Sometimes he would see Marceline standing before him and reach out his hands for her, only to grasp the empty air. In his sleep only nightmares dominated, forged by his enflamed imagination. He would wake up in the morning with his heart pounding fiercely in his chest, only to begin once more that never-ending cycle. Jake’s concern grew into fear, fear that his little brother might close his eyes forever and leave him to go to that place in the sky, where all good spirits go.
Oh Marceline, Queen of Beauty and Vampires, where are you? Can you not see that Finn desperately needs you?
However, deep inside Finn, a vile, disgusting, horrific, most inhumane thing was born. It owed its birth to Finn, the unwilling parent of this demon. Growing in strength with the passing of time, it made those moments with Marceline lose all their splendour and enchantment, though they became exceedingly necessary for Finn. Afterwards the thing receded, only to strike more intense the day after, licking its lips greedily for Marceline’s body. It tortured Finn’s mind. Yet this thing is not nameless. It is known as addiction.
Yes, Finn, the mightiest of heroes, became addicted to Marceline. Once there existed a time when he could see and comprehend Marceline’s feelings, and how isolated she was from the rest of the world. Now his vision was blurred by his addiction; he only saw her physical charms. Instead of wanting to satisfy her, he only thought of feeding his obsession. His older, caring brother Jake began to notice a change in the usual lively Finn whenever he noticed Finn simply staring into space with a dreamy look in his eyes. He was concerned for his sibling. If only he knew what to do! Suppressing Finn in the Tree house would only make matters worse. To add to the list, his fear of vampires, while less intense, still lingered, preventing him from confronting Marceline. Jake, with an aching heart, could do nothing about Finn.
One night before departing, Marceline told Finn that she had to go to the Nighthosphere. Those words pierced his heart with full force. What once gave him a purpose to breathe was now leaving him. While it was only for two weeks, it seemed like years. How could his life ever continue from that point!
Worse yet, his addiction, angered at such horrifying news, ravaged Finn both mentally and physically. His hands became shaky and unsteady, trembling at the slightest attempt to move them. Even his appetite suffered. All of Jake’s food became tasteless. His mind got the most damage. Sometimes he would see Marceline standing before him and reach out his hands for her, only to grasp the empty air. In his sleep only nightmares dominated, forged by his enflamed imagination. He would wake up in the morning with his heart pounding fiercely in his chest, only to begin once more that never-ending cycle. Jake’s concern grew into fear, fear that his little brother might close his eyes forever and leave him to go to that place in the sky, where all good spirits go.
Oh Marceline, Queen of Beauty and Vampires, where are you? Can you not see that Finn desperately needs you?
