FICLET: Spoilt Music With No Perfect Word

[angevin2]

Title: Spoilt Music With No Perfect Word
Author: angevin2
Characters/Pairing: Richard/Aumerle, past Richard/Anne
Rating: R
Word Count: 442
Warnings: Necrophiliac fantasies; drug use; general corpsiness
Notes: Part of the Sweet Fortune's Minions AU. Coda to "Leaves of Willow and of Adder's Tongue." All of the poetry in this one is from Swinburne's The

Comments

[speak_me_fair]

I love all the warning references here -- how Richard believes Edward would see him now (because that is how he sees himself) the swirling difference between hallucination and what will be and what is (half-grey, half ruined gold), the way that Richard dulls his imaginings with hallucinogens and yet fears the results; Anne 'twining' her withered fingers and nicely bringing to life the Lamia references of 'Leaves of Willow' -- and then at the last Richard and his already chilled fingers and the needle, and we will never see reality through his eyes on this matter again.

Poor Edward. He can only be loved for trying to save Richard, as is said - because even doing all that Richard wants, he can't save him from himself.

Beautifully heartbreaking.

[likeadeuce]

Lovely and sad.

[highfantastical]

AMAZING and weirdly hot. I mean, obviously horribly upsetting - we'll TAKE THAT AS READ - but the writing's lovely, and the poem used very cleverly.

Also I have immense love for insomnia!fic:
He cannot remember the last time he slept well

Richard, I sympathise. Although your nights are so much more horror-wracked than mine... :(

[lareinenoire]

FIC!

And, oh, this is gorgeous. It's creepy and deeply, deeply disturbing, but in such a quintessentially beautiful way that is completely characteristic of Richard.

In his dreams -- and sometimes, through a haze of absinthe -- he can see her face, not as she looked then, but as she must look now, and in these dreams, regardless, she twines withered fingers through his hair as he pulls her into his arms.

Oh, this hurts. Poor, poor Richard.