Mar 07, 2011 14:19
[A lovely young woman, with long black hair and a beauty mark under one eye, sits underneath a tree in the park. Lucian is asleep beside her. His head rests on her lap, and she's running a hand through his hair.
Yet the entire scene looks less like two lovers together, and more like a young lady relaxing with her favorite dog.]
You're not important.
[She turns to look at the Forge.]
None of you. You might think you are, but you're not. You're all disposable. Replaceable. He doesn't care about any of you.
Not the way he cares about me.
I'm precious to him. He's loyal and devoted and obedient, to me and me alone. He will do anything I ask of him, no matter the reason, just so he can stay at my side. [She lifts her free hand and traces a line back and forth across his throat.] I'm sure if it came to it he'd let himself be killed for me. He's lost me once already, you see. He'd sooner die than lose me again.
And if you think you can separate us, just try. He'll kill you in ways more painful than you can imagine. Do you know why? Because he loves me. If I were to disappear it would break his shattered little heart.
[She turns to look at Lucian again. Smiles, the way one would at a beloved pet.]
I'm sure none of you want that, do you?
-event: shadows of history,
irene,
trevor belmont