"Do you love me, Brother? Do you--" I-- *breaks down*
You know.
I was reviewing genetics and heredity for my biology test tomorrow. And, uh. I. Couldn't stop thinking about the Gwendal/Wolfram baby. D'you think my teacher would be amused (or possible scared) enough to pass me if I wrote an essay on incestuous mpreg?
"Don't mess my papers," Gwendal says, and he leaves for Conrart's rooms, where he'll sit and stare and wait until Conrart gives in, as always, and begins to eat again. *loves like mad* Because it's so them.
WHAT WAS THAT? YOU WANT CONRART/WOLFRAM? OKAY. :DDDD
Conrart is nothing like Gwendal. Gwendal was a silence that faded into the background, of rustling papers and the scratching of a quill. Conrart is a silence that roars in Wolfram's ears, like the ocean beyond the shore. Conrart is all the power of the world, pent up in the body of a half-demon, with the short temper and the short eyes and the shorter life.
Except, somehow, Conrart changes over the years. Yuuri comes, and Conrart's smile grows a little longer, stays on a bit stronger. Conrart laughs sometimes, and he laughs for Yuuri, not Wolfram, never Wolfram.
Gwendal used to laugh for Wolfram, before his stomach was slit and he was emptied like a torn doll.
Now, Conrart laughs for Yuuri, and Wolfram cries for Gwendal, and it goes over and over, like this:
Conrart grabs Wolfram's hand, pulls him outside to the courtyard, where the other soldiers are holding practice blades.
You, Conrart says every time, are out of control. And every time Wolfram sneers, turns away
( ... )
OH MY GOD. CRYING CRYING. THESE ARE ALL SO FANTASTIC AND SO HEARTBREAKING; YOU MAKE ME WANT TO STUFF THEM ALL - THE BROTHERS, YUURI - INTO A CABIN WITH A PUPPY AND TELL THEM TO BE HAPPY OR ELSE LSFKJSJDLKF. OTL
It has been a while since I read all these drabbles, and omg, I have to seriously say that you're my favourite author through and through. I'll be very delighted if you could spend some time and write more on incest pairings in KKM. *_*
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These are beautiful... I love the angst and. and...
*weepth*
Conrad. And Wolfram. And Gwendal.
And Yuuri *dying* and...
Poor everyone.
*hugs*
Hope to see you online again...?
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I-- *breaks down*
You know.
I was reviewing genetics and heredity for my biology test tomorrow. And, uh. I. Couldn't stop thinking about the Gwendal/Wolfram baby. D'you think my teacher would be amused (or possible scared) enough to pass me if I wrote an essay on incestuous mpreg?
"Don't mess my papers," Gwendal says, and he leaves for Conrart's rooms, where he'll sit and stare and wait until Conrart gives in, as always, and begins to eat again.
*loves like mad* Because it's so them.
Oh, and the last drabble.
I burn along with Wolfram.
DDDD :
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Conrart is nothing like Gwendal. Gwendal was a silence that faded into the background, of rustling papers and the scratching of a quill. Conrart is a silence that roars in Wolfram's ears, like the ocean beyond the shore. Conrart is all the power of the world, pent up in the body of a half-demon, with the short temper and the short eyes and the shorter life.
Except, somehow, Conrart changes over the years. Yuuri comes, and Conrart's smile grows a little longer, stays on a bit stronger. Conrart laughs sometimes, and he laughs for Yuuri, not Wolfram, never Wolfram.
Gwendal used to laugh for Wolfram, before his stomach was slit and he was emptied like a torn doll.
Now, Conrart laughs for Yuuri, and Wolfram cries for Gwendal, and it goes over and over, like this:
Conrart grabs Wolfram's hand, pulls him outside to the courtyard, where the other soldiers are holding practice blades.
You, Conrart says every time, are out of control. And every time Wolfram sneers, turns away ( ... )
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*packs suitcase and walks out*
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It has been a while since I read all these drabbles, and omg, I have to seriously say that you're my favourite author through and through. I'll be very delighted if you could spend some time and write more on incest pairings in KKM. *_*
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