Falling (Faust)
So 230954768 apologies for this
Some notes
1. It is rushed. And I have been rushing all over for work.
2. And I have so many Faust feels about Gocchi and Fumikyun it isn’t even funny.
3. So have a maybe AU based on my limited comprehension of the butai (which was amazing by the way) and some expansions on what I wish/should have happened. I want to write more, but I don't think I have the time.
4. Please note there may be spoilers for the butai.
5. Second side note they spent most of the butai using short names like Ophisto and Mephisto instead of Mephistopheles. I guess that makes sense then, in the stage greeting, when Gocchi says he prefers to be called Ophisto-sama.
It actually comes as a surprise to him that he grows a little…. Fond…. Of the human that he has been charged with.
Mephisto-sama is not to be questioned, and when she had assigned him to Heinrich Faust he has been a little unsure, but orders were orders. He was not to question. Mephisto-sama knew what she was doing, and that was enough.
But somehow, working with Faust had changed him.
Dancing with the fool at the royal ball, guiding him through the steps with ease
Though Faust was an idiot and dancing the ladies parts with flourish and grace, and was reveling in his return to the human world. His face was so bright, so shining….
That was the beginning of his fall. Looking back. Which he often did.
When Faust fell, literally, into the Princess he tried to act as if he didn't care.
Because he didn't.
And delivering flowers to the princess’s servant to help Faust was obviously beneath him, but orders were orders…. And the way that Faust’s face shone with love when he looked at the princess….. It was stupid to dwell on such things. They did not serve his purpose.
But later, when the guards were dragging Faust away, and Faust was shouting his name his and not the princesses even though she was begging for his life, for his freedom, he had wanted to do something. But he must remain stoic.
He cannot act.
He must not act.
He had a job from Mephisto-sama, and he would do his duty.
Later, in the forest, watching Faust struggle was amusing, but it was the moment that he was pressed up against Faust, feeding him the words to tell the bandit soldiers, the moment that the warmth and the humanity and the realness of Faust truly hit him.
Faust had turned to him and mentioned how close he was.
All he had wanted to do was lean closer.
When Faust had introduced him, Orphisto was still pressed against his back, and he was finding the need to not press closer. It was perhaps the only thing that saved him from closing the distance between them, pressing a kiss to Faust’s lips as they stood back to front, nose to nose and eye to eye.
The shock of knowing that this human, this human that needed a second chance at life a new life, was the one that was getting to him.
And later, when Faust was a woman….. a somehow shockingly beautiful woman, her passion and drive as the fought and trained, it distracted him.
And the moment that Faust had helped him up off the ground, and pulled him against her body, their eyes had locked and for a moment he had leaned slightly more forward.
But this was Faust.
Faust loved the princess.
He, Ophistopheles wanted an impossible thing. And that thing was Faust.
Which is why, at the end, after the king had been slain, and he had left Faust to kill the prince, he knew what he must do.
He could no longer serve Mephisto-sama with his whole being.
Because he now understood the human heart.
The desire, the longing, the sadness.
Faust would be King, that was sure.
And his love for Princess Margarete would always shine bright.
He was not needed.
And so, in that moment, after he received permission from Mephisto-sama, he did not hesitate to drive the sword through the Angel Gabriel and himself.
He had cradled the angle in his arms as she died.
In some ways her sweetness and passion and innocence had reminded him of Faust, and he was certain, as the light faded from her eyes, and then his, that she knew the reason for his sacrifice, the reason for the change. It was the same reason she herself had changed.
Heinrich Faust had changed them all.
And maybe, at the end, Ophisto, even a devil such as he, could understand love.
Some notes
1. It is rushed. And I have been rushing all over for work.
2. And I have so many Faust feels about Gocchi and Fumikyun it isn’t even funny.
3. So have a maybe AU based on my limited comprehension of the butai (which was amazing by the way) and some expansions on what I wish/should have happened. I want to write more, but I don't think I have the time.
4. Please note there may be spoilers for the butai.
5. Second side note they spent most of the butai using short names like Ophisto and Mephisto instead of Mephistopheles. I guess that makes sense then, in the stage greeting, when Gocchi says he prefers to be called Ophisto-sama.
It actually comes as a surprise to him that he grows a little…. Fond…. Of the human that he has been charged with.
Mephisto-sama is not to be questioned, and when she had assigned him to Heinrich Faust he has been a little unsure, but orders were orders. He was not to question. Mephisto-sama knew what she was doing, and that was enough.
But somehow, working with Faust had changed him.
Dancing with the fool at the royal ball, guiding him through the steps with ease
Though Faust was an idiot and dancing the ladies parts with flourish and grace, and was reveling in his return to the human world. His face was so bright, so shining….
That was the beginning of his fall. Looking back. Which he often did.
When Faust fell, literally, into the Princess he tried to act as if he didn't care.
Because he didn't.
And delivering flowers to the princess’s servant to help Faust was obviously beneath him, but orders were orders…. And the way that Faust’s face shone with love when he looked at the princess….. It was stupid to dwell on such things. They did not serve his purpose.
But later, when the guards were dragging Faust away, and Faust was shouting his name his and not the princesses even though she was begging for his life, for his freedom, he had wanted to do something. But he must remain stoic.
He cannot act.
He must not act.
He had a job from Mephisto-sama, and he would do his duty.
Later, in the forest, watching Faust struggle was amusing, but it was the moment that he was pressed up against Faust, feeding him the words to tell the bandit soldiers, the moment that the warmth and the humanity and the realness of Faust truly hit him.
Faust had turned to him and mentioned how close he was.
All he had wanted to do was lean closer.
When Faust had introduced him, Orphisto was still pressed against his back, and he was finding the need to not press closer. It was perhaps the only thing that saved him from closing the distance between them, pressing a kiss to Faust’s lips as they stood back to front, nose to nose and eye to eye.
The shock of knowing that this human, this human that needed a second chance at life a new life, was the one that was getting to him.
And later, when Faust was a woman….. a somehow shockingly beautiful woman, her passion and drive as the fought and trained, it distracted him.
And the moment that Faust had helped him up off the ground, and pulled him against her body, their eyes had locked and for a moment he had leaned slightly more forward.
But this was Faust.
Faust loved the princess.
He, Ophistopheles wanted an impossible thing. And that thing was Faust.
Which is why, at the end, after the king had been slain, and he had left Faust to kill the prince, he knew what he must do.
He could no longer serve Mephisto-sama with his whole being.
Because he now understood the human heart.
The desire, the longing, the sadness.
Faust would be King, that was sure.
And his love for Princess Margarete would always shine bright.
He was not needed.
And so, in that moment, after he received permission from Mephisto-sama, he did not hesitate to drive the sword through the Angel Gabriel and himself.
He had cradled the angle in his arms as she died.
In some ways her sweetness and passion and innocence had reminded him of Faust, and he was certain, as the light faded from her eyes, and then his, that she knew the reason for his sacrifice, the reason for the change. It was the same reason she herself had changed.
Heinrich Faust had changed them all.
And maybe, at the end, Ophisto, even a devil such as he, could understand love.