BLACK CHERRY / Doll
Title: Doll
Fandom: BLACK CHERRY
Prompt: 007. Friend
Word Count: 761
Rating: R for incest-related themes
Summary: A child with no toy is no child at all.
Author's Notes: Very short drabble. A little attempt at some sibling love~ XD
~ Blessed be Providence which has given to each his toy:
the doll to the child, the child to the woman
the woman to the man, the man to the devil!
-- Victor Hugo~
007. friend
Her father had always loved her hazel eyes. Like a forest in spring, he would tell her with a smile, and for that he had named her Haruki. Nevertheless she had other names in this household. The bastard daughter or the love child, estranged relatives and servants would say whenever they thought she couldn't hear them. Her father, the late Count of Roquen, would've been livid to hear it, but now no one else would bother for his little girl. The fruit of his one-month escapade with his mistress, the 'only woman he truly loved', was what he had told his daughter after his wife left him for another. Yet the Count had been ill-fated when his mistress died during childbirth, and seven years of depression and arsenic in his tea took their exaction, leaving her alone.
Of course, there was her half-brother Keisuke. Despite the coercion of his relatives he had refused to dispose of her to 'clean the family name', as what one of her aunts had suggested three hours after her father's burial. Still, the new Count was not one to look nor speak to her beyond closed doors, but she hadn't been sent to the orphanage, and for that she was thankful.
Angelica had been her only companion. Porcelain white skin and ebony curls, she had always wished she had been pretty as her, but Keisuke told her she was pretty in her own way, and bought her a nice, red dress afterwards. Like Angelica's scarlet gown, or the sheets on her bed during the first nights. Angelica was the only one she could talk to and would listen to her in her silence. Only she would understand. She was the only one who knew. She was the only one who saw everything.
She had met Angelica in a shop in London. She vividly remembered seeing her beyond the carriage window when they passed by. Her father had brought her with him to visit one of his estates and had seen the priceless smile on his daughter's face when she saw her. Angelica had been with her ever since; of what little he could reward his little girl for her delight and what it brought his own.
"Put that away", Keisuke would mutter whenever Angelica was in her hands. Soon, the doll would take its usual place on her bedside table, witness to another afternoon in her room. During those hours Haruki would come to ponder the whiteness of her ceiling, the way the curtains would filter the sun or sway lightly in the breeze, or how the sparrows would perch on her windowsill, singing to her and ebbing away the reminder of the man above her.
Nobody else would know, or everyone else would pretend not to know. Servants would simply think His Lordship preferred to spend his afternoons in the privacy of the girl's chambers. That the relentless count had actually learned to grow fond of his little sister and was simply too prudent to show it made up for an enchanting story in itself. Not that Keisuke wasn't fond of her. He told her that he liked her in many ways.
"You like this dress a lot, don't you?" He would smile to her while undoing the strings at his fingertips. He loved to breathe in the scent of her hair and watch how her pale, white skin would turn a rosy glow beneath him. Breathlessly he would whisper, "I like it a lot too."
Haruki would merely look at Angelica on her bedside and faintly smile at the comfort of her presence. She could never continue without her, and always thanked her in her prayers at night.
Keisuke would ask her if she missed him whenever he decided to visit her, stirring her from her sleep. He often came when he didn't enjoy a particular ball he attended, and would turn to her to give him good dreams before going to bed.
"Stop looking at that doll, Haruki," he would snarl. His eyes would be a foreboding icy gray in the moonlight whenever he wasn't pleased with her. "Look only at me, or I'll throw that thing away."
One morning after as a naked Keisuke lay on her bed, she lay beside him in her favorite red dress, the same one he had bought her to match Angelica's own. Angelica lay between them in her grasp as she looked at her brother's face and discarded the pool of scarlet beneath them.
Haruki smiled and held her brother's cold hand.
"I love you too."
終り
Roast me, maim me, whatever form of torture you see fit to incarcerate me for my lack of updates I shall wholeheartedly accept~ It won't take long before another two months is due and I am nearing the end of my wits here. Yayness to braindead authors who are unable to update~
Fandom: BLACK CHERRY
Prompt: 007. Friend
Word Count: 761
Rating: R for incest-related themes
Summary: A child with no toy is no child at all.
Author's Notes: Very short drabble. A little attempt at some sibling love~ XD
~ Blessed be Providence which has given to each his toy:
the doll to the child, the child to the woman
the woman to the man, the man to the devil!
-- Victor Hugo~
007. friend
Her father had always loved her hazel eyes. Like a forest in spring, he would tell her with a smile, and for that he had named her Haruki. Nevertheless she had other names in this household. The bastard daughter or the love child, estranged relatives and servants would say whenever they thought she couldn't hear them. Her father, the late Count of Roquen, would've been livid to hear it, but now no one else would bother for his little girl. The fruit of his one-month escapade with his mistress, the 'only woman he truly loved', was what he had told his daughter after his wife left him for another. Yet the Count had been ill-fated when his mistress died during childbirth, and seven years of depression and arsenic in his tea took their exaction, leaving her alone.
Of course, there was her half-brother Keisuke. Despite the coercion of his relatives he had refused to dispose of her to 'clean the family name', as what one of her aunts had suggested three hours after her father's burial. Still, the new Count was not one to look nor speak to her beyond closed doors, but she hadn't been sent to the orphanage, and for that she was thankful.
Angelica had been her only companion. Porcelain white skin and ebony curls, she had always wished she had been pretty as her, but Keisuke told her she was pretty in her own way, and bought her a nice, red dress afterwards. Like Angelica's scarlet gown, or the sheets on her bed during the first nights. Angelica was the only one she could talk to and would listen to her in her silence. Only she would understand. She was the only one who knew. She was the only one who saw everything.
She had met Angelica in a shop in London. She vividly remembered seeing her beyond the carriage window when they passed by. Her father had brought her with him to visit one of his estates and had seen the priceless smile on his daughter's face when she saw her. Angelica had been with her ever since; of what little he could reward his little girl for her delight and what it brought his own.
"Put that away", Keisuke would mutter whenever Angelica was in her hands. Soon, the doll would take its usual place on her bedside table, witness to another afternoon in her room. During those hours Haruki would come to ponder the whiteness of her ceiling, the way the curtains would filter the sun or sway lightly in the breeze, or how the sparrows would perch on her windowsill, singing to her and ebbing away the reminder of the man above her.
Nobody else would know, or everyone else would pretend not to know. Servants would simply think His Lordship preferred to spend his afternoons in the privacy of the girl's chambers. That the relentless count had actually learned to grow fond of his little sister and was simply too prudent to show it made up for an enchanting story in itself. Not that Keisuke wasn't fond of her. He told her that he liked her in many ways.
"You like this dress a lot, don't you?" He would smile to her while undoing the strings at his fingertips. He loved to breathe in the scent of her hair and watch how her pale, white skin would turn a rosy glow beneath him. Breathlessly he would whisper, "I like it a lot too."
Haruki would merely look at Angelica on her bedside and faintly smile at the comfort of her presence. She could never continue without her, and always thanked her in her prayers at night.
Keisuke would ask her if she missed him whenever he decided to visit her, stirring her from her sleep. He often came when he didn't enjoy a particular ball he attended, and would turn to her to give him good dreams before going to bed.
"Stop looking at that doll, Haruki," he would snarl. His eyes would be a foreboding icy gray in the moonlight whenever he wasn't pleased with her. "Look only at me, or I'll throw that thing away."
One morning after as a naked Keisuke lay on her bed, she lay beside him in her favorite red dress, the same one he had bought her to match Angelica's own. Angelica lay between them in her grasp as she looked at her brother's face and discarded the pool of scarlet beneath them.
Haruki smiled and held her brother's cold hand.
"I love you too."
終り
Roast me, maim me, whatever form of torture you see fit to incarcerate me for my lack of updates I shall wholeheartedly accept~ It won't take long before another two months is due and I am nearing the end of my wits here. Yayness to braindead authors who are unable to update~