[August 30, 2007] [Princess Tutu] My Fears
Title: My Fears
Day/Theme: August 30: My life is but under your shadow
Series: Princess Tutu
Character/Pairing: Mytho/Rue
Rating: PG-ish? (Fairly mild, but just in case…)
Spoilers for episode 16
He was still, his eyes closed, his breathing soft, but he was awake. However, he made no move to stop the Crow Princess as she slid her arms around his bare shoulders and rested her chin in his hair, pulling him close to her.
“You still haven’t been completely soaked in raven’s blood?” she asked, her elegant voice containing an edge of desperation in it. He heard it, felt it in every slight, delicate touch of her fingertips on his skin. “Hurry up and become my prince and mine alone.”
Hers alone?
“The prince that loves me alone.”
Mytho’s half-formed heart raced, although he remained still. Love her? Of course he would. He loved and cared for everyone. Even Kraehe, even though she had hurt him…
But no, the love she was asking for wasn’t that sort of love. It wasn’t the love that one had for the people of a kingdom. It was a hungry, pained, needy, desperate love; the kind of love that was now strangling his heart with darkness, slowly spreading black wings over him and shadowing every thought and feeling in its dark grasp.
That love was what she was asking of him. That love was something the perfect, selfless Prince had never felt before. It was greedy, lustful, manipulative.
Another feeling radiated in his breast at the thought-fear. It was one of the feelings that he had grown to dislike the most, (as much as one could with only half a heart), a feeling that brought back painful memories and insecurities he had completely forgotten when his heart had shattered. He shifted slightly in the Princess’ arms, and they tightened, grasping him to make sure he wouldn’t run, that he would stay there as long as she wanted. Her grip did nothing to relieve his fears, but he allowed his body to go limp. He wouldn’t fight her. He had no energy to fight her. Every bit of energy was being poured into trying to stop the advance of the raven’s blood into his heart.
Love me. The words seemed to sound with every heartbeat. Love me.
No, no. It didn’t matter. It didn’t matter whether she or anyone else loved him. He would still love them, no matter what. That was how he was, that was the way he should be.
Love me.
Fear rippled through his body again, unused to this strange voice, fighting against the urge to respond to Rue, to smile at her, to tell her exactly where her loved belonged--
No.
Love me. Me and me alone.
No, no, no! Please! I don’t want this! I-I’m afraid!
Throw away your life…
No, I’m afraid…
To love only me…
I’m so afraid of…
And hate everyone else.
Her arms were around his bare shoulders. Her chin rested in his hair.
I’m afraid of hurting her.
Day/Theme: August 30: My life is but under your shadow
Series: Princess Tutu
Character/Pairing: Mytho/Rue
Rating: PG-ish? (Fairly mild, but just in case…)
Spoilers for episode 16
He was still, his eyes closed, his breathing soft, but he was awake. However, he made no move to stop the Crow Princess as she slid her arms around his bare shoulders and rested her chin in his hair, pulling him close to her.
“You still haven’t been completely soaked in raven’s blood?” she asked, her elegant voice containing an edge of desperation in it. He heard it, felt it in every slight, delicate touch of her fingertips on his skin. “Hurry up and become my prince and mine alone.”
Hers alone?
“The prince that loves me alone.”
Mytho’s half-formed heart raced, although he remained still. Love her? Of course he would. He loved and cared for everyone. Even Kraehe, even though she had hurt him…
But no, the love she was asking for wasn’t that sort of love. It wasn’t the love that one had for the people of a kingdom. It was a hungry, pained, needy, desperate love; the kind of love that was now strangling his heart with darkness, slowly spreading black wings over him and shadowing every thought and feeling in its dark grasp.
That love was what she was asking of him. That love was something the perfect, selfless Prince had never felt before. It was greedy, lustful, manipulative.
Another feeling radiated in his breast at the thought-fear. It was one of the feelings that he had grown to dislike the most, (as much as one could with only half a heart), a feeling that brought back painful memories and insecurities he had completely forgotten when his heart had shattered. He shifted slightly in the Princess’ arms, and they tightened, grasping him to make sure he wouldn’t run, that he would stay there as long as she wanted. Her grip did nothing to relieve his fears, but he allowed his body to go limp. He wouldn’t fight her. He had no energy to fight her. Every bit of energy was being poured into trying to stop the advance of the raven’s blood into his heart.
Love me. The words seemed to sound with every heartbeat. Love me.
No, no. It didn’t matter. It didn’t matter whether she or anyone else loved him. He would still love them, no matter what. That was how he was, that was the way he should be.
Love me.
Fear rippled through his body again, unused to this strange voice, fighting against the urge to respond to Rue, to smile at her, to tell her exactly where her loved belonged--
No.
Love me. Me and me alone.
No, no, no! Please! I don’t want this! I-I’m afraid!
Throw away your life…
No, I’m afraid…
To love only me…
I’m so afraid of…
And hate everyone else.
Her arms were around his bare shoulders. Her chin rested in his hair.
I’m afraid of hurting her.