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yukieMore of this! Vicky and King Jerkface banter it out!
Thankfully this is not R. Maybe 14A for innuendo and cussin'.
***
At the boundary of her dreaming, he stands - palms pressed against the gate, fingers splayed out over the rough wood.
She will not allow him in and he cannot enter on his own.
At first, he's certain it's because She has been here, with the bird - Her roses are intertwined with the ones that were here before, sunset golden-pink double blooms mingled with the lavender cinquefoil flowers that were here before.
Those are very long thorns. Without the gate open, he'll flay himself alive trying to pass.
(Well, alive being a technical term.)
"Victoria," he says softly, "why do you deny me entrance, now? It seems unkind to do so, after we so enjoyed one another's company."
A tiny snort from somewhere within. "That wasn't enjoyable for me."
He cannot see her through the round window in the gate. "A shame. It seemed as if it were. I as mistaken, perhaps."
"...Just maybe." Sarcasm.
"You might allow me to try once more. Redeem myself in your eyes."
"That's not possible." Now he can see her, She leans on the gate, peering through the small window at him, one eyebrow arched. She's pallid and still looks unwell, but the defiance is there, still. The fire and the sheer bullheaded stubbornness.
"Hello, bird."
"Shut up," she says. "No amount of your bullshit posturing is going to gain you access."
"She cannot protect you forever."
"No. But I can protect myself." Vicky gestures at the roses. "You see, most of this is mine. Aurora's giving me support because I need it now - while my wards rebuild - but in the end, this is my power."
"Dear bird, do you not think I could simply wait you out?"
"Maybe. I would cross that bridge when I came to it."
He tries another tactic. "When you do, you will be alone. No one but your brother knew you were suffering at my hand - "
"Ah, so you admit that's what you were trying to do."
" - And it seems that those you call your allies are far more interested in comforting the Lady and easing her distress at not having seen my hand in your nightmares. The dreams themselves, and what I did to you therein? It does not concern them."
She's staring at him.
When she speaks, her voice is low and quiet and cold. "You still don't realize that looking into my heart gives me access to yours, do you? You're afraid of the same things as you want me to be afraid of, and you want my brother to be afraid of. Being abandoned, being unworthy of love, being someone who'll never belong...almost everyone has those fears, but the last one's particularly significant to Jer and myself because of our bloodline." Looking right at him, she adds, "And significant to you because of you elemental difference from the people you love."
His eyes narrow and he growls at her. "Tread carefully."
"Or what, you'll kick my door?"
"I can - and will - do far worse than that."
"Make up you mind whether you're cajoling or threatening," Vicky says.
"This is your only warning. Be silent."
"No." She hasn't once looked away from him. "I will not. Call it petty childish revenge for all you put me through. I know it's not just Her you love. And you can love, it's just directed all fucking wrong."
She hears his nails scrape the wood of the gate, and he scowls - and it's frightening, yes. It's close to terrifying, but she presses on.
"You love and envy them both. You have from the beginning and you decided before you even began that it could never be. And you've had so many chances - SO many opportunities to fix what was broken. And now Reiichi HAS. But you're still doing this. Still making this mistake. Why, why, WHY don't you stop it."
"The war between us was foreordained."
"We've had this talk about destiny and fate before and I'm not repeating it."
Now he's smiling. Vicky tries not to twitch.
"We did," he says. "When I spoke to you through my son."
"Which you won't be doing again."
He laughs, and Vicky does step back. That's about the worst thing he's done yet. That's REALLY damn terrifying.
"You think you can prevent me from--"
"Yes. Not me alone - I call on my Lady and Her sister - but yes, yes, yes I fucking well can."
"Why do you dote on his so? Surely you don't think he cares for you as you do for him."
"Yes. I do, actually. I know he does."
"He loves Garamonde. Not you."
"You think it's impossible to love two people - or more than that?"
"Are you so vainglorious, bird, that you would place yourself on the same standing as a goddess?" He's laughing at her again. "You are a half-blood woman-child. A dalliance. A curiosity at best. Perhaps he is taken with you for that Fair blood in your veins, or for your body, but the novelty will fade."
Vicky growls now. "Don't think your son is as incapable of loving sanely as you."
His mood swings are beyond mercurial. He slams both hands hard on the gate, making Vicky jump.
"My son," he snarls, "will not be surrendering his destiny for the sake of an unfledged mongrel--"
Vicky's furious reply is loud and high and piercing. "You know NOTHING about destiny and besides that if you truly think that someone who you've treated so poorly, who you've treated like an AFTERTHOUGHT will simply run back to you when you beckon you're not only fucking mad you're an IDIOT!"
He flinches back as her roses swarm the gate and the thorns threaten to scratch the skin off his hands and arms. Most are Vicky's - lavender, five-petalled, with round rosy hips already swelling under the blossoms. Aurora's roses are intertwined with them, golden-pink double blooms full-blown, not outshining or overwhelming but supporting. 'I am here with you too' say the sunset-coloured blooms. To Vicky they're welcome and comforting.
To Thanatos they're anathema. Vicky's momentarily blindsided by the sudden violent play of emotions across his aura: envy-wrath-sorrow-joy-adoration-loathing-despair-rejection-need...
He loses contact with her a moment, his form fading from view momentarily. When he composes himself again, he's translucent. He can't touch the gate; he simply stands before it, his unclear shadow with its vast wings unfurled falling across the stone path behind him.
Vicky says, "You cannot make me hate you. You cannot make me cease to love him, and you cannot take him from me."
"He belongs - "
"With us," Vicky says. "Not to you. He belongs with us."
It takes her a great deal of effort and courage, but she adds:
"...And part of that - with me. You cannot make me cease to love him. Thana--no. Sirian Xavier, go from me."
His incoherent howl of fury is barely audible. The link is severed - he cannot focus. For a moment before he fades entirely she sees him unmasked, existing as both lich and dark angel simultaneously, and the contrast is shocking enough that she steps back - but he's long gone, now.
For a moment everything is silent but for the faint crackling and popping of the water in the seven-bowl well pool as it thaws. When Vicky is angry, it becomes quite cold - but her flowers do not die.
***
(there's probably going to be more of this at some point but I'm posting what i have in the interim because it's been bugging me for days. Also because I'm being sleeve tugged to write other stuff.
As for how she got his name - well, like she said, heart seeing goes both ways. He's kind of a derp, and forgets that. XD)
Thankfully this is not R. Maybe 14A for innuendo and cussin'.
***
At the boundary of her dreaming, he stands - palms pressed against the gate, fingers splayed out over the rough wood.
She will not allow him in and he cannot enter on his own.
At first, he's certain it's because She has been here, with the bird - Her roses are intertwined with the ones that were here before, sunset golden-pink double blooms mingled with the lavender cinquefoil flowers that were here before.
Those are very long thorns. Without the gate open, he'll flay himself alive trying to pass.
(Well, alive being a technical term.)
"Victoria," he says softly, "why do you deny me entrance, now? It seems unkind to do so, after we so enjoyed one another's company."
A tiny snort from somewhere within. "That wasn't enjoyable for me."
He cannot see her through the round window in the gate. "A shame. It seemed as if it were. I as mistaken, perhaps."
"...Just maybe." Sarcasm.
"You might allow me to try once more. Redeem myself in your eyes."
"That's not possible." Now he can see her, She leans on the gate, peering through the small window at him, one eyebrow arched. She's pallid and still looks unwell, but the defiance is there, still. The fire and the sheer bullheaded stubbornness.
"Hello, bird."
"Shut up," she says. "No amount of your bullshit posturing is going to gain you access."
"She cannot protect you forever."
"No. But I can protect myself." Vicky gestures at the roses. "You see, most of this is mine. Aurora's giving me support because I need it now - while my wards rebuild - but in the end, this is my power."
"Dear bird, do you not think I could simply wait you out?"
"Maybe. I would cross that bridge when I came to it."
He tries another tactic. "When you do, you will be alone. No one but your brother knew you were suffering at my hand - "
"Ah, so you admit that's what you were trying to do."
" - And it seems that those you call your allies are far more interested in comforting the Lady and easing her distress at not having seen my hand in your nightmares. The dreams themselves, and what I did to you therein? It does not concern them."
She's staring at him.
When she speaks, her voice is low and quiet and cold. "You still don't realize that looking into my heart gives me access to yours, do you? You're afraid of the same things as you want me to be afraid of, and you want my brother to be afraid of. Being abandoned, being unworthy of love, being someone who'll never belong...almost everyone has those fears, but the last one's particularly significant to Jer and myself because of our bloodline." Looking right at him, she adds, "And significant to you because of you elemental difference from the people you love."
His eyes narrow and he growls at her. "Tread carefully."
"Or what, you'll kick my door?"
"I can - and will - do far worse than that."
"Make up you mind whether you're cajoling or threatening," Vicky says.
"This is your only warning. Be silent."
"No." She hasn't once looked away from him. "I will not. Call it petty childish revenge for all you put me through. I know it's not just Her you love. And you can love, it's just directed all fucking wrong."
She hears his nails scrape the wood of the gate, and he scowls - and it's frightening, yes. It's close to terrifying, but she presses on.
"You love and envy them both. You have from the beginning and you decided before you even began that it could never be. And you've had so many chances - SO many opportunities to fix what was broken. And now Reiichi HAS. But you're still doing this. Still making this mistake. Why, why, WHY don't you stop it."
"The war between us was foreordained."
"We've had this talk about destiny and fate before and I'm not repeating it."
Now he's smiling. Vicky tries not to twitch.
"We did," he says. "When I spoke to you through my son."
"Which you won't be doing again."
He laughs, and Vicky does step back. That's about the worst thing he's done yet. That's REALLY damn terrifying.
"You think you can prevent me from--"
"Yes. Not me alone - I call on my Lady and Her sister - but yes, yes, yes I fucking well can."
"Why do you dote on his so? Surely you don't think he cares for you as you do for him."
"Yes. I do, actually. I know he does."
"He loves Garamonde. Not you."
"You think it's impossible to love two people - or more than that?"
"Are you so vainglorious, bird, that you would place yourself on the same standing as a goddess?" He's laughing at her again. "You are a half-blood woman-child. A dalliance. A curiosity at best. Perhaps he is taken with you for that Fair blood in your veins, or for your body, but the novelty will fade."
Vicky growls now. "Don't think your son is as incapable of loving sanely as you."
His mood swings are beyond mercurial. He slams both hands hard on the gate, making Vicky jump.
"My son," he snarls, "will not be surrendering his destiny for the sake of an unfledged mongrel--"
Vicky's furious reply is loud and high and piercing. "You know NOTHING about destiny and besides that if you truly think that someone who you've treated so poorly, who you've treated like an AFTERTHOUGHT will simply run back to you when you beckon you're not only fucking mad you're an IDIOT!"
He flinches back as her roses swarm the gate and the thorns threaten to scratch the skin off his hands and arms. Most are Vicky's - lavender, five-petalled, with round rosy hips already swelling under the blossoms. Aurora's roses are intertwined with them, golden-pink double blooms full-blown, not outshining or overwhelming but supporting. 'I am here with you too' say the sunset-coloured blooms. To Vicky they're welcome and comforting.
To Thanatos they're anathema. Vicky's momentarily blindsided by the sudden violent play of emotions across his aura: envy-wrath-sorrow-joy-adoration-loathing-despair-rejection-need...
He loses contact with her a moment, his form fading from view momentarily. When he composes himself again, he's translucent. He can't touch the gate; he simply stands before it, his unclear shadow with its vast wings unfurled falling across the stone path behind him.
Vicky says, "You cannot make me hate you. You cannot make me cease to love him, and you cannot take him from me."
"He belongs - "
"With us," Vicky says. "Not to you. He belongs with us."
It takes her a great deal of effort and courage, but she adds:
"...And part of that - with me. You cannot make me cease to love him. Thana--no. Sirian Xavier, go from me."
His incoherent howl of fury is barely audible. The link is severed - he cannot focus. For a moment before he fades entirely she sees him unmasked, existing as both lich and dark angel simultaneously, and the contrast is shocking enough that she steps back - but he's long gone, now.
For a moment everything is silent but for the faint crackling and popping of the water in the seven-bowl well pool as it thaws. When Vicky is angry, it becomes quite cold - but her flowers do not die.
***
(there's probably going to be more of this at some point but I'm posting what i have in the interim because it's been bugging me for days. Also because I'm being sleeve tugged to write other stuff.
As for how she got his name - well, like she said, heart seeing goes both ways. He's kind of a derp, and forgets that. XD)
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Date: 2009-12-26 04:02 am (UTC)