[fic entry] SaturatedakainagiMarch 22 2010, 21:30:49 UTC
Title: Saturated Author: AkaiNagi Rating: G Pairing: DG/Ambrose Summary: DG brings color into Ambrose’s life. Boy does she ever. Hopeless sap set post movie.
When he saw her dancing with the foppish little lordling, Ambrose saw red. He spent his evening watching the twirling couple through that dim red haze. The young man, with his lily-white skin and perfectly manicured nails was like a caricature of royalty next to the honest earthiness that was DG. He wasn’t worthy to dance in the same ballroom with her let alone in her arms.
He told DG as much sharply and in no uncertain terms. This, of course, was only after much prodding on her part as to why he had been so silent throughout the entire evening. Her reaction made him see black. She yelled at him, railed at him that who she danced with was none of his affair. She was a princess and she could damn well dance with who she wished, and it was not his place to comment on it. She flayed him with her words and stormed away, leaving Ambrose to suffer under his own personal dark cloud. And in his despair he knew she was right. She was a beautiful, intelligent, headstrong princess and he was simply a former advisor who to this day, despite surgery and months of recuperation, still couldn’t keep his own marbles in alignment.
That night he barely slept at all, wallowing in regret. He just didn’t know if it was regret for speaking out against Lord Fop, or regret for not having done what he really wanted to do; wrench her out of the arms of the little brat and claim every spot on her dance card for himself.
The next day, when she came back to apologize to him, he saw in the blue of her eyes her open sincerity. She had overreacted, she admitted. And it was not like she had actually enjoyed dancing with Lord Knightleigh. And he had been sort of foppish. And dead dull, she added with a sigh; all he had done all the night through was talk about himself. She was honestly sorry for all the harsh things she said to him last night and hoped Ambrose would find it in his heart to forgive her.
He bathed in the blue light of that absolution until she dared to ask the question that he feared more than anything. Why did he care so much who she danced with, who she spent her time with, who she invited into the circle of her embrace?
His answer, so honest it was Glitch-like in its simplicity, had him seeing every color of the rainbow. Yellow for fear, red for anger at himself, black for self loathing, and a small sliver of white for hope.
He answered bluntly, that when he had seen the Lord Fop occupying the privileged place in her arms, the green-eyed monster inside him insisted that Ambrose wanted to be the one to occupy that place, to bask in her blue-eyed regard, to enjoy her favor. Not just for that song, or at that dance, but always.
And when she launched herself at him, with a great cry of “Well why the hell didn’t you say so sooner!” he thought he could be perfectly content to drown in the pale blue sea of her eyes. Blue, he had always thought, was supposed to be a cool color, but this blue set him alight with warmth.
And when she kissed him it was like every color of the rainbow joining a fireworks display behind his eyelids. A great well of joy bubbled up in him, overflowing and threatening to carry him away in a tide of relief and happiness. And when they parted, foreheads resting together, they basked in the affectionate glow of each other’s regard.
Author: AkaiNagi
Rating: G
Pairing: DG/Ambrose
Summary: DG brings color into Ambrose’s life. Boy does she ever. Hopeless sap set post movie.
When he saw her dancing with the foppish little lordling, Ambrose saw red. He spent his evening watching the twirling couple through that dim red haze. The young man, with his lily-white skin and perfectly manicured nails was like a caricature of royalty next to the honest earthiness that was DG. He wasn’t worthy to dance in the same ballroom with her let alone in her arms.
He told DG as much sharply and in no uncertain terms. This, of course, was only after much prodding on her part as to why he had been so silent throughout the entire evening. Her reaction made him see black. She yelled at him, railed at him that who she danced with was none of his affair. She was a princess and she could damn well dance with who she wished, and it was not his place to comment on it. She flayed him with her words and stormed away, leaving Ambrose to suffer under his own personal dark cloud. And in his despair he knew she was right. She was a beautiful, intelligent, headstrong princess and he was simply a former advisor who to this day, despite surgery and months of recuperation, still couldn’t keep his own marbles in alignment.
That night he barely slept at all, wallowing in regret. He just didn’t know if it was regret for speaking out against Lord Fop, or regret for not having done what he really wanted to do; wrench her out of the arms of the little brat and claim every spot on her dance card for himself.
The next day, when she came back to apologize to him, he saw in the blue of her eyes her open sincerity. She had overreacted, she admitted. And it was not like she had actually enjoyed dancing with Lord Knightleigh. And he had been sort of foppish. And dead dull, she added with a sigh; all he had done all the night through was talk about himself. She was honestly sorry for all the harsh things she said to him last night and hoped Ambrose would find it in his heart to forgive her.
He bathed in the blue light of that absolution until she dared to ask the question that he feared more than anything. Why did he care so much who she danced with, who she spent her time with, who she invited into the circle of her embrace?
His answer, so honest it was Glitch-like in its simplicity, had him seeing every color of the rainbow. Yellow for fear, red for anger at himself, black for self loathing, and a small sliver of white for hope.
He answered bluntly, that when he had seen the Lord Fop occupying the privileged place in her arms, the green-eyed monster inside him insisted that Ambrose wanted to be the one to occupy that place, to bask in her blue-eyed regard, to enjoy her favor. Not just for that song, or at that dance, but always.
And when she launched herself at him, with a great cry of “Well why the hell didn’t you say so sooner!” he thought he could be perfectly content to drown in the pale blue sea of her eyes. Blue, he had always thought, was supposed to be a cool color, but this blue set him alight with warmth.
And when she kissed him it was like every color of the rainbow joining a fireworks display behind his eyelids. A great well of joy bubbled up in him, overflowing and threatening to carry him away in a tide of relief and happiness. And when they parted, foreheads resting together, they basked in the affectionate glow of each other’s regard.
And in the blue of her eyes he saw his future.
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