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There is love in our bodies and it holds us together;

Aug 04, 2010 02:00

Characters: Schneizel el Britannia, Cornelia li Britannia, Valeria
Location: The town hall
Time: 3rd of August, early morning
Brief Summary: After Cornelia's survival has been ensured by Myhrta, her brother remains reluctant to leave her side. Valeria tags along. But it so happens that the white prince has a lot to answer for.
Rating: PG-13

( but pulls us apart when we're holding each other. )

code geass: schneizel el britannia, code geass: cornelia li britannia, ffvii: turk knife (valeria)

Comments 21

a_la_turk August 4 2010, 03:58:53 UTC

The silence previously borne from the solemnity of the occasion was not cut, but wafted from the room for the sound of that familiar voice. Familiar, but different from that to which Valeria was accustomed to hearing in a way that pierced her consciousness and tempted her to turn black eyes from the dark in which she sat to the light, to white stained with rusted crimson and pale, distant faces that she did not know. Should not know, should not be so inclined to trust ( ... )

knightmare_hime August 4 2010, 05:35:47 UTC

She had been sleeping for some time. Her body lay still, except for the even breathing as her chest moved up and down, the occasional wheeze growing more and more scarce. She would never know how long he had been sitting there, holding her hand, his eyes on her face, her hair, her faded wounds; and his mind on the events that he had yet to experience in their world ( ... )

akingmuststand August 4 2010, 06:26:24 UTC

If Valeria's quiet troubled him, he did not say so, did not even move. In fact, his expression was unchanged, but for a quirk in the brow when he noticed dark eyelashes fluttering. It had been a restful sleep to his knowledge, but he could not expect that to last either way, he supposed - for the time being, he was none the wiser of her wakefulness, or, at least, he drew no attention to it. Let her lie there. Let him hold her a little longer, marvelling at her hand in his and recalling old dance steps and a steady beat, one two three one two three, while the room was turned gold by those many, many candles, burning in haloes all around them ( ... )

a_la_turk August 5 2010, 06:17:46 UTC

Every good shadow knew when and how best to stretch, to become that place between light and dark, and Valeria was no exception. She moved with a grace befitting of a Turk, rising from her place seat in the corner with some reluctance. She knew full well that distance was safer than trust, but she knew, too, the risks that ran with betrayals of the self. They were not risks she was willing to take. Not now, not while she was in this state ( ... )

knightmare_hime August 5 2010, 18:24:32 UTC

The sensation of his fingertips tracing the rougher spots on her palm and her own fingers was slightly nostalgic. And in that instant, she could not help but swallow, her mind fleeing to forgotten memories, moments when her brother would gently point out the subtle physical changes developing as she grew into her own and became a soldier... and a woman ( ... )