[Fanfiction] [Code Geass] Lost and Found
Title: Lost and Found
Author/Artist/Iconist: Dark Hooded Eriol the Magician
Fandom: Code Geass
Claim: Lelouch Lamperouge / C.C
Prompt Set: Violet
Prompt: 6. Narcissism
Rating: PG-15
Disclaimer: Not mine! CG is a property of other people.
Notes: As per usual, unofficially written for 7rainbowprompts !
C.C finds him standing in front of the mirror night after night.
She wakes up sometimes in the middle of the night to find their bed empty. The light on the walk-in closet alerts her that he’s awake and brooding again. When she gets up to sneak a peek, she lets out a sigh.
(Lelouch had the costume made right after their contract. It was costume made from the finest materials and the best craftsmanship. The tight slacks, bullet-proof shirt and the mask all came together like pieces of a puzzle. Lelouch had marvelled at the design that she made for him; he thanked her wordlessly when she killed the tailor who made it.)
He stands in front of the full-length mirror. Dark bangs falls almost casually to cover his left eye. The costume fits like a glove on his tall but slender body. He stands authoritatively with an unnervingly commanding presence.
She feels his anguish, his terror and his purpose washing over her body in waves.
Lelouch sweeps his arm in a grand gesture. The violet and black cape flutters like a dove’s wing. (She knew he likes that cape too damn much. It added drama and theatricality and foreboding to his character.) A smile creeps up over her face.
There are so many secrets. Nobody knows how much effort Lelouch puts into his performances and speeches. No one has any idea on what he does to perfect his presence. What seems spontaneous and exciting is actually rehearsed.
He plays the crowd like a violin and they don’t even know it.
Zero needs the support of the public just as Lelouch needs hers. The notorious rebel controls the Black Knights but Lelouch defers to her. There are so many parallels and so many contrasts. Sometimes she gets tired of keeping track of who is Lelouch and who is Zero…
“What do you need?” Lelouch’s velvet voice interrupts her thoughts.
“Come back to bed,” C.C answers. It’s a threat, a plea. Golden eyes stare at his violet eyes behind the violet face of Zero’s mask. “You’re tired.”
“I’m fine,” he snaps.
“What you are doesn’t concern me,” she retorts easily. “Rest because you need it. Put your narcissism away for another time.”
The violet cape swishes in the silent room. She stands on her ground as he walks towards her with confident steps. His eyes are hard; his mouth is set. Her heartbeats accelerated.
(His first time out on his costume was iconic. He was a saviour, a hero. His dark clothes complimented his mystery; his voice spellbound them. In that fateful night, Zero was born.
She didn’t know if she could still reach him. Zero was her boss and her baby. As his witch, she served and ordered. When he put on his mask and swept back his cape, she knew Lelouch was lost. Lelouch was locked away.)
“I’m not a narcissist,” he says harshly.
“Why are you still wearing that?” C.C replies with a cold stare. He takes a step backwards. Softening, she adds, “Let it go. Another day waits.”
He reaches upwards - she readies herself for a slap- but he merely pushes a button at the back of the mask. Zero’s blank purple gem-like mask falls off to reveal the smiling tired face of Lelouch.
His violet eyes are sad and lonely so she steps forward. She undresses him gently like a sister by peeling away the layers of clothes. Cape, shirt, vest, cravat and slacks were put away until he was standing on in his boxers.
Her hands are gentle; her eyes are kind. She helps him into black silk pyjamas and holds his hand to bring him back into the moment.
(He would not take off his costume on the night Euphemia li Britannia died. She watched him march straight into the walk-in closet before locking it behind him. He who had never locked a door between the two of them required it. Curious, she had crept up towards the door to listen and to ponder on his need for privacy. Her heart tore apart when she heard weeping.
She let him sleep alone on the bed in bloodstained clothes with the moonlight shining down on his mask. And she didn’t sleep until the sun came up.)
Lelouch lets her lay him down on the bed. She snuggles up to him and breathes in the scent of his skin. He does not say anything when she presses her soft womanly curves to him; he does not look to know she’s only in her underwear.
A single clap brings back the darkness of their shared bedroom. The warmth of the bed doesn’t soothe him at all. He speaks before he knows it. “Am I really a narcissist?”
“I was kidding,” she murmurs sleepily.
“I spend too much time in the mirror after work,” he wonders aloud. “And I’m terribly conscious of my physical appearance.”
C.C gives him an unladylike snort. She presses a hand to his chest and smiles soothingly. “You’re not Narcissus. You don’t love yourself.”
He stares down at her at a loss for words.
“That’s why I love you,” C.C says simply.
And she knows that Lelouch is free now and he is finally found.
Author/Artist/Iconist: Dark Hooded Eriol the Magician
Fandom: Code Geass
Claim: Lelouch Lamperouge / C.C
Prompt Set: Violet
Prompt: 6. Narcissism
Rating: PG-15
Disclaimer: Not mine! CG is a property of other people.
Notes: As per usual, unofficially written for 7rainbowprompts !
C.C finds him standing in front of the mirror night after night.
She wakes up sometimes in the middle of the night to find their bed empty. The light on the walk-in closet alerts her that he’s awake and brooding again. When she gets up to sneak a peek, she lets out a sigh.
(Lelouch had the costume made right after their contract. It was costume made from the finest materials and the best craftsmanship. The tight slacks, bullet-proof shirt and the mask all came together like pieces of a puzzle. Lelouch had marvelled at the design that she made for him; he thanked her wordlessly when she killed the tailor who made it.)
He stands in front of the full-length mirror. Dark bangs falls almost casually to cover his left eye. The costume fits like a glove on his tall but slender body. He stands authoritatively with an unnervingly commanding presence.
She feels his anguish, his terror and his purpose washing over her body in waves.
Lelouch sweeps his arm in a grand gesture. The violet and black cape flutters like a dove’s wing. (She knew he likes that cape too damn much. It added drama and theatricality and foreboding to his character.) A smile creeps up over her face.
There are so many secrets. Nobody knows how much effort Lelouch puts into his performances and speeches. No one has any idea on what he does to perfect his presence. What seems spontaneous and exciting is actually rehearsed.
He plays the crowd like a violin and they don’t even know it.
Zero needs the support of the public just as Lelouch needs hers. The notorious rebel controls the Black Knights but Lelouch defers to her. There are so many parallels and so many contrasts. Sometimes she gets tired of keeping track of who is Lelouch and who is Zero…
“What do you need?” Lelouch’s velvet voice interrupts her thoughts.
“Come back to bed,” C.C answers. It’s a threat, a plea. Golden eyes stare at his violet eyes behind the violet face of Zero’s mask. “You’re tired.”
“I’m fine,” he snaps.
“What you are doesn’t concern me,” she retorts easily. “Rest because you need it. Put your narcissism away for another time.”
The violet cape swishes in the silent room. She stands on her ground as he walks towards her with confident steps. His eyes are hard; his mouth is set. Her heartbeats accelerated.
(His first time out on his costume was iconic. He was a saviour, a hero. His dark clothes complimented his mystery; his voice spellbound them. In that fateful night, Zero was born.
She didn’t know if she could still reach him. Zero was her boss and her baby. As his witch, she served and ordered. When he put on his mask and swept back his cape, she knew Lelouch was lost. Lelouch was locked away.)
“I’m not a narcissist,” he says harshly.
“Why are you still wearing that?” C.C replies with a cold stare. He takes a step backwards. Softening, she adds, “Let it go. Another day waits.”
He reaches upwards - she readies herself for a slap- but he merely pushes a button at the back of the mask. Zero’s blank purple gem-like mask falls off to reveal the smiling tired face of Lelouch.
His violet eyes are sad and lonely so she steps forward. She undresses him gently like a sister by peeling away the layers of clothes. Cape, shirt, vest, cravat and slacks were put away until he was standing on in his boxers.
Her hands are gentle; her eyes are kind. She helps him into black silk pyjamas and holds his hand to bring him back into the moment.
(He would not take off his costume on the night Euphemia li Britannia died. She watched him march straight into the walk-in closet before locking it behind him. He who had never locked a door between the two of them required it. Curious, she had crept up towards the door to listen and to ponder on his need for privacy. Her heart tore apart when she heard weeping.
She let him sleep alone on the bed in bloodstained clothes with the moonlight shining down on his mask. And she didn’t sleep until the sun came up.)
Lelouch lets her lay him down on the bed. She snuggles up to him and breathes in the scent of his skin. He does not say anything when she presses her soft womanly curves to him; he does not look to know she’s only in her underwear.
A single clap brings back the darkness of their shared bedroom. The warmth of the bed doesn’t soothe him at all. He speaks before he knows it. “Am I really a narcissist?”
“I was kidding,” she murmurs sleepily.
“I spend too much time in the mirror after work,” he wonders aloud. “And I’m terribly conscious of my physical appearance.”
C.C gives him an unladylike snort. She presses a hand to his chest and smiles soothingly. “You’re not Narcissus. You don’t love yourself.”
He stares down at her at a loss for words.
“That’s why I love you,” C.C says simply.
And she knows that Lelouch is free now and he is finally found.