Milou [1/3]
anonymous
December 31 2009, 07:50:19 UTC
I'm not exactly sure where this came from. Probably the result of eating too many chocolates during the holidays and listening to "Norwegian Wood" one too many times.
This little AU features stuck-in-a-rut-both-professionally-and-emotionally Belgium as an out of work chocolatier and very-recently-widowed England as a mourning writer. Like with the name Anaïs, most of Belgium's personality or tone is entirely my fabrication since she has yet to be featured in the webcomics. Abuse of artistic license I call it.
Also, this is unforgivably confusing and depressing.To be honest nothing romantic happened, not in the least. But we were both too desperate to notice or care, too busy being wrapped in our own respective deaths-- you over the only person who ever really loved you and me over myself. Like the ice-encrusted glass in the left corner of my decrepit apartment. Cracking at the edges. I think once, when you were sober but just barely, you mentioned that you'd fix that for me. “I’m alright, but it’s too bloody chilly for a lady
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Milou [2/3]
anonymous
December 31 2009, 07:52:47 UTC
We didn’t exchange full stories, only volumes of truth. I was alone and broke, you were alone and broken: the only things we knew for sure because anything else would never be touched. I would never tell you who left me alone, though you knew deep inside. I’d sing epics instead about why I was broke. And you, you were alone your whole life so you did not speak of it. But you never told me why she died, even as we passed the coffin makers (I never knew why they decided to set up there. It was off-putting, the whole place. No one liked it
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Milou [3/3]
anonymous
December 31 2009, 07:53:31 UTC
Sipping on wine you’d bought on your way over, you’d told me again that Elizabeth was a golden immortal. Never to die, ever to shine. Transcending beauty. Outlasting everything. She drove you mad, didn’t she? You never told-- you kept too many secrets-- but she showered you with love you never had and you loved her for it. And I, your mistress in her deserted apartment, must have been a poor substitute as all my love had already been spent on the one who got away
( ... )
This little AU features stuck-in-a-rut-both-professionally-and-emotionally Belgium as an out of work chocolatier and very-recently-widowed England as a mourning writer. Like with the name Anaïs, most of Belgium's personality or tone is entirely my fabrication since she has yet to be featured in the webcomics. Abuse of artistic license I call it.
Also, this is unforgivably confusing and depressing.To be honest nothing romantic happened, not in the least. But we were both too desperate to notice or care, too busy being wrapped in our own respective deaths-- you over the only person who ever really loved you and me over myself. Like the ice-encrusted glass in the left corner of my decrepit apartment. Cracking at the edges. I think once, when you were sober but just barely, you mentioned that you'd fix that for me. “I’m alright, but it’s too bloody chilly for a lady ( ... )
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Thank you very much, AnonWriter!
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