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ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛɴɪɴɢ ʟᴏʀᴅ! ([personal profile] dondarrion) wrote in [community profile] aviary2012-08-12 02:44 am
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CLOSED | prompt eight | RUIN




prompt eight | R U I N



dressing-room style.
closed to rog.


 
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[personal profile] leer 2012-08-14 07:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ For once, it doesn't seem to be matters of the flesh that occupy his mind (though his gaze still lingers on the bow of her mouth just a moment too long). Instead of aiming for her lips, her neck, her breast, he lays his head in her lap, gazing up into her features as he makes himself comfortable. ]

I d'no, [ he offers, following a long moment of silence, reaching up for a lock of her hair. ] Everyone wants something different, don't they? For themselves, for others.
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[personal profile] merely 2012-08-14 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She offers her body to him — not the first time, not the last — but her brother doesn't take it, doesn't even seem to stop and linger over the possibility. It should probably sting of something like rejection, but for Claret it speaks volumes (speaks to the nature of their love) that he choses a simpler intimacy instead. His hand in her lap, her hands in his hair — a comfort that no one, not even coveted Vermillion, could ever hope to provide him. A warm feeling fills the cage of her ribs and colors Claret smile as she looks down at him, that coveted lock of her hair slipping from her shoulder as if reaching for his hand in turn.

Claret shrugs.
]

I guess there are some universals in the mix. Y'know — stuff everybody wants. Or, close to everybody. Some folks— they just wanna watch the world burn. I dunno. But mot people— I think most people just don't wanna be alone.

—is that dumb?
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[personal profile] leer 2012-08-14 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Titian's brow wrinkles, and for an instant, he seems adolescent in a way that he never got to be as a child. (There hadn't been any room for it. The first son of the Duke family, he'd been expected to mature more quickly than was necessarily fair, expected to embody the rising generation. The saddest part of that, perhaps, is the fact that he doesn't realize that he missed out on anything at all.) ]

It's not dumb.

[ (Not I don't think it's dumb, never I think because he is a Duke and the Duke word is law.) ]

I don't want t' be alone, either.
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[personal profile] merely 2012-08-15 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Titian might not think that he's been cheated of much of anything but Claret is nothing if not hyper-aware of that fact. Where nothing short of perfection (of leadership, of vicious strength and dominance) is expected from the eldest child, near to nothing at all is expected from the last. As a result, she's been spared both carnage and cruelty, but in exchange for a kind of invisibility — having little worth or agency where Titian and Vermilion have perhaps too much.

Claret often wonders, though to no real answer, whether Cerise would have been held to a similar standard, had she survived. Cerise, who so many say was so much like Claret. Would she have been left to bloom into kindness and obscurity, or would she have been carved to fit the throne that Vermillion now looked to inherit.

Dipping down, her hair hung around Titian's face she kisses him once on the forehead, once on the nose and then lingeringly upon the lips.
]

You'll never be alone. Not if I have any say in it. Okay?
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[personal profile] leer 2012-08-16 04:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He smiles once (happy, unsuspecting of the bloody road laid out before them) before mouthing the word back to her. ]

Okay.

[ So long as Claret lives, no, he will not be alone. But as soon as her life is taken, extinguished like a candle flame in the gloom of the inevitable night, Titian Duke will be more alone than he has ever been in his entire life. Left with nothing but blood on his hands, he will follow her into death not too long afterward, torn apart by those who would see the Duke name hold weight no more.

(Perhaps things might have turned out differently had Claret lived. But that, too, is a question without an answer, and one that has no place with the ticking clock.)
]

So long as we have each other. Right?