I find it a challenge to write drama as i work best with improvisation and physical creation.
This is a depiction of Envy telling its story.
"[ENVY]: There was a man and a woman. Through a series of events they met and wed and lived together. Their life consisted of bliss and happiness.
And then the woman became pregnant.
There was a seed, my seed, inside the man. For nine months, it lay dormant in the man as the child did inside the woman.
The woman and man grew excited, and their love was tied tighter through her swollen stomach.
And then the baby came.
It was a boy, and they named him, Adam. The woman was thrilled with her child and took on her role of motherhood with the greatest of ease.
The man did not follow suit.
His love, his wife, had brought a new man into their very bed. Initially Adam was well received, but as my seed grew within the man, he grew irritable as my branches coursed through him.
His wife never heard him anymore. He spoke to her but she did not respond. She only heard the whimpers of Adam. This Adam had stolen everything from the man.
When my leaves finally bloomed, the man had just come home from work and found his wife and Adam asleep, him cradled in her arms. The man had not felt the heat of his wife's body in months. He could not remember when she had last cradled him. When she had actually spoke to him. When she had said she loved him. Adam. Oh, Adam had taken her away. She was gone, but right there in front of him. Adam was her love now. Adam with his sleeping, contemptuous smile.
The man took Adam then. The man took his own son, and killed him. Horrifically. It took a long time.
And when he was done, he stood over the remains. The woman found him and her Adam. And she left the man. She ran from him. And the man stood, and followed her. He went and ended their story.
The children of Envy are never aware of their lineage, but I find them. I show them. I release them into their birthright.
I'm the only lover they will ever have. "
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