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Adding more fic for A/M. Just a short vignette, in which they aren't named. Brief character study, if you will. Montague's POV.
It would be completely expected if he courts the cream of the crop-- the daintiest and fairest of the ladies that come from old money. He is, after all, their match in a lot of ways. He is this world's version of an aristocrat, and it shows in his hard, sea-stormy eyes and the set of his jaw and chin. It shows in the tailoring of his immaculate robes and the proud uprightness of his posture. It shows when he bows, a bare inclination of head and shoulders, never lower than the other person. So many would say that he's too good for her-- this dark little interloper who comes from a completely different world.
And he knows the truth about the situation.
Really, it's the other way around. He comes from a world of crystal champagne glasses and brittle, sophisticated laughter, of diamonds and silver and silk, and it's like the moon to her sun.
She brings warmth and light to his world, ironically, with her bright smiles and her warm coffee eyes and the steadfastness of her soul-- she's open and giving and accepting. She sees past the gold cufflinks and cold eyes and somehow manages to catch a glimpse of a soul underneath. A reclusive soul that hides like a damaged hermit, but there-- and with love that he knows he doesn't deserve, nurses back to health.
She doesn't question him out of curiosity, because it doesn't matter to her. That he's allowed her inside is enough-- that he, in his awkward, still-learning way, is returning her love. He won't ever be quite like her-- he's not a creature of the light.
She doesn't expect him to be. Light brings out shadow and shadow enhances light's brilliance.
Maybe that's why he chose HER rather than the fair and transparent and cold ones.
After many years, no one questions it any more. Those of his world and those of hers see them together, walking along the streets. His hair is going slightly gray at the temples and she has laugh-lines around her big brown eyes, but they're both smiling, their paces matched, and her hand is warmly clasped in his. Two small children caper around them, a boy with his father's elegance and a girl with her mother's grace, and it's perfect and comforting and they all wonder why they couldn't see it before.
He's never lost sight of it.
On that topic... since I've nothing better to do while being laid up, I'm taking challenges for this couple. Er. Fic/drabble challenges, since my artistic ability is limited to very shoddy stick figures. The only stipulations are the following: I don't do PWP, I'm going to be using my characterizations and no one else's and I'm basically unfond of melodrama, but aside from that, challenge me! And I'll do as time permits for those who want me to write them a fic :D
It would be completely expected if he courts the cream of the crop-- the daintiest and fairest of the ladies that come from old money. He is, after all, their match in a lot of ways. He is this world's version of an aristocrat, and it shows in his hard, sea-stormy eyes and the set of his jaw and chin. It shows in the tailoring of his immaculate robes and the proud uprightness of his posture. It shows when he bows, a bare inclination of head and shoulders, never lower than the other person. So many would say that he's too good for her-- this dark little interloper who comes from a completely different world.
And he knows the truth about the situation.
Really, it's the other way around. He comes from a world of crystal champagne glasses and brittle, sophisticated laughter, of diamonds and silver and silk, and it's like the moon to her sun.
She brings warmth and light to his world, ironically, with her bright smiles and her warm coffee eyes and the steadfastness of her soul-- she's open and giving and accepting. She sees past the gold cufflinks and cold eyes and somehow manages to catch a glimpse of a soul underneath. A reclusive soul that hides like a damaged hermit, but there-- and with love that he knows he doesn't deserve, nurses back to health.
She doesn't question him out of curiosity, because it doesn't matter to her. That he's allowed her inside is enough-- that he, in his awkward, still-learning way, is returning her love. He won't ever be quite like her-- he's not a creature of the light.
She doesn't expect him to be. Light brings out shadow and shadow enhances light's brilliance.
Maybe that's why he chose HER rather than the fair and transparent and cold ones.
After many years, no one questions it any more. Those of his world and those of hers see them together, walking along the streets. His hair is going slightly gray at the temples and she has laugh-lines around her big brown eyes, but they're both smiling, their paces matched, and her hand is warmly clasped in his. Two small children caper around them, a boy with his father's elegance and a girl with her mother's grace, and it's perfect and comforting and they all wonder why they couldn't see it before.
He's never lost sight of it.
On that topic... since I've nothing better to do while being laid up, I'm taking challenges for this couple. Er. Fic/drabble challenges, since my artistic ability is limited to very shoddy stick figures. The only stipulations are the following: I don't do PWP, I'm going to be using my characterizations and no one else's and I'm basically unfond of melodrama, but aside from that, challenge me! And I'll do as time permits for those who want me to write them a fic :D