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31_days2010-09-28 10:07 pm
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[28 SEP] [CODE GEASS] [A CROWN OF THORNS]
Title: A Crown of Thorns
Day/Theme: 28th September 2010; I'm the emperor of sorrows
Series: Code Geass
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Lelouch, C.C.; Lelouch/C.C.
Rating: G
Notes: Set after the events of Turn 21. Mild angst.
The mantle is crushing his shoulders and the weight of the crown is giving him a headache but Lelouch does not let it show, not until he is alone in his quarters and the door is firmly shut behind him. He sheds them and puts them away almost mechanically, yet the heaviness remains and his soul is as tainted as ever. Weary, he sits on the edge of his bed, tries to will away the stench of victory steeped in so much sacrifice.
It is not long before she comes to him, quiet footfalls muted further by the carpeting. He says not a word, moves not a muscle, not even when he feels the bed dip under her weight and she wraps her slender arms around his frame from behind.
"You should sleep," she suggests quietly as he reaches up to entwine his fingers with hers. Uncharacteristically, he pulls her hand up to his lips and plants a tender kiss on the centre of her palm. She does not comment on it, and he is a little grateful for that.
"I know," he murmurs as he lets his eyes slide shut, drowns himself a little in her warmth, her scent, the way both their hearts beat and their lungs draw breath as one - his last and only constant. They have both come a long way and the journey has taken its toll but there are still more sins to commit, more lives to trample underfoot on the path to achieve his wish.
(Utopia, he knows now, is built with the bones of the valourous dead.)
It is only the fading sensation of C.C.'s body against his that draws him from his reverie, causing him to look up and meet her golden gaze with his cursed one. "Sleep." She says it like a command - typical of her - as she gently but firmly pushes him down onto the bed, her slim digits somehow still tangled with his; how she had managed to maneuver herself around to look him in the eye without him noticing earlier he does not know. "Tomorrow will be another long day."
He smiles painfully at that. "It always is," he answers weakly as she tucks herself against him and he retaliates by wrapping his arm securely around her waist. It feels like reassurance, that she will keep her word and he will have her beside him for the rest of forever.
"Sleep, Lelouch," his witch repeats, her words reverberating into his chest and the warlock does his best to oblige, closes his eyes once more and tries to dream of a paradise not forged in hell.
Day/Theme: 28th September 2010; I'm the emperor of sorrows
Series: Code Geass
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Lelouch, C.C.; Lelouch/C.C.
Rating: G
Notes: Set after the events of Turn 21. Mild angst.
The mantle is crushing his shoulders and the weight of the crown is giving him a headache but Lelouch does not let it show, not until he is alone in his quarters and the door is firmly shut behind him. He sheds them and puts them away almost mechanically, yet the heaviness remains and his soul is as tainted as ever. Weary, he sits on the edge of his bed, tries to will away the stench of victory steeped in so much sacrifice.
It is not long before she comes to him, quiet footfalls muted further by the carpeting. He says not a word, moves not a muscle, not even when he feels the bed dip under her weight and she wraps her slender arms around his frame from behind.
"You should sleep," she suggests quietly as he reaches up to entwine his fingers with hers. Uncharacteristically, he pulls her hand up to his lips and plants a tender kiss on the centre of her palm. She does not comment on it, and he is a little grateful for that.
"I know," he murmurs as he lets his eyes slide shut, drowns himself a little in her warmth, her scent, the way both their hearts beat and their lungs draw breath as one - his last and only constant. They have both come a long way and the journey has taken its toll but there are still more sins to commit, more lives to trample underfoot on the path to achieve his wish.
(Utopia, he knows now, is built with the bones of the valourous dead.)
It is only the fading sensation of C.C.'s body against his that draws him from his reverie, causing him to look up and meet her golden gaze with his cursed one. "Sleep." She says it like a command - typical of her - as she gently but firmly pushes him down onto the bed, her slim digits somehow still tangled with his; how she had managed to maneuver herself around to look him in the eye without him noticing earlier he does not know. "Tomorrow will be another long day."
He smiles painfully at that. "It always is," he answers weakly as she tucks herself against him and he retaliates by wrapping his arm securely around her waist. It feels like reassurance, that she will keep her word and he will have her beside him for the rest of forever.
"Sleep, Lelouch," his witch repeats, her words reverberating into his chest and the warlock does his best to oblige, closes his eyes once more and tries to dream of a paradise not forged in hell.