@adeliger asked : 🖐 death should ...... choke franz<&
the skin was warm under death’s hand, they felt the pulse jump under their thumb ( just one hand, a display of power. it turned their smile all the more cruel. ) there was a guttural noise when franz swallowed, heavily, but otherwise the silence was tense. death needed not to breathe & franz’s airflow was slowly, slowly obstructed. ( & he seemed too stubborn to complain or gasp for air. ) with no intend - or ability - to kill.
❝ proud, are we ? ah, wait - you can’t speak. pity. ❞ voice as cold as skin, another hand coming up to pat franz’ cheek, once, twice. not hard, it was an almost gentle tap. yet his face took on a lovely, reddish color. ❝ beg. ❞ there was no clarification of what there was to beg for - but they released the choke hold. slightly. sexual tension meme / accepting !
Absolutely it is. Now, the character I’m working with here is not mine. He is the personification of Vienna and he’s owned by the lovely and talented @adeliger and she granted me special permission to use Franz in a prompt. I hope you like it, dear! The character of Meli is just a random OC I came up with. Franz could use a person who genuinely loves and cares for him, I think.
Things are best left unsaid when he’s in this kind of mood.Eyes watch as he meanders (always with grace) into an armchair and slouchesinto it with a sigh. He brings a wineglass to his lips and stares unseeing athis guest. He’s exhausted from the party, and the person who has followed himup to his room can easily see it. She shakes her head as she looks at him witha gentle fondness reserved for her own children, if she could bear any. Shecarefully makes her way towards the armchair and removes the glass of wine fromhis heavy fingers.
“You needyour rest, Franz.” She tells him in her warm motherly voice. He gazes up at herthrough heavy lids, amber eyes meeting brown.
“I amperfectly content right here,” he says stubbornly because that’s exactly whathe is. Stubborn, prideful, Viennese to the letter. She understands this, havingwatched over him for so long.
“I’ll nothave you catch cold, young man.” She scolds lightly and he snorts delicately.He’s been a young man for as long as she’s known him and she is privy to hissecrets. It’s a sort of game they play. “Come now, off to bed with you. Nobrooding in the piano room for you.” He lets out an airy, operatic sigh as heallows her to help him stand and head towards his bedroom. Like the city beforehim, everything is dramatic, theatrical.
“You’re arelentless mother hen, Meli.” He tells her as she helps him into his bed.
“Someonehas to look out for you,” she replies loftily. “Now, get some rest. We have muchto do in the morning.” He whines in protest, but he’s too tired to be insolentat the moment. She smiles down at him with that same gentle fondness and whenshe’s sure he’s asleep, she kisses his forehead and whispers goodnight beforeheading out the door.
𝑰𝑭 𝑰𝑻 𝑰𝑺𝑵’𝑻 𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑭𝑨𝑽𝑶𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑬 𝑷𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑬𝑵𝑻. the door swings on its hinges as the blonde cocks her head in the doorway. a small smirk pulls at her lips before the door is closed behind her. she lifts a clipboard up, staring at the information scrawled over the paper. the chart is tucked under arm, extending a leg to pull over a stool. hanna takes the seat, leveling with the man opposite of her. ❛ mr. habsburg, welcome back. what is it today ? ❜
“ drink some more, franz, and enjoy their stupidity. it’ll be their undoing. trust me, i’ve had plenty practice with them last time. ”
it was generally an unfortunate thing that she lived for war, it was practically all she knew, but in times of war it became the most useful trait in her personality. of course the occupation of her country was not enjoyable, but the joy derived from screwing over the germans was something she lived for. they brought it on themselves really, did they think she would go along quietly and do nothing? she’d work with anyone against germany in times of war, setting grudges aside for a while for the sake of one common goal: getting them off any land that wasn’t theirs.
and to be fair, they made it almost too easy. before long, she’d comfortably wormed her way into nazi circles, charming people, eavesdropping, stealing information. the more power one had, the more desperate they were to show it off.
“ i have a present for you, i’m confident you’ll like it. you’ll get it once this dreadful party is over. ”
TEARS ROLL OVER A FLUSHED FACE . midsection heaves with the air required to keep her rooted to fading reality . little is to be done about the blinding agony upon her fall ; sorrow takes place of pain . shouts stirred witness , he hovers , an outstretched hand in the mirror that doesn’t quite meet its mark . ribbon trembles under hand . the truth of finality breaks her unwavering spirit . head hangs into hands as warm fingers unbind her from the stifling pain of her newest pointe shoes .
TIME FEELS EMPTY AND WASTED much like herself . franz demands attention , reaches into the mess and seeks for eye of the storm . how selfish the bastard is ; she feels small , defeated again without the option to do it all once more . ending after ending . his presence erases hers from view but not before she can catch the image of herself . ❛ could you carry me to bed ? ❜ teary eyes sink into franz’ , arms wrapping around his neck as a willing escape . murmured nonsense , attempts to console fail to reach through the blood rushing in her ears . the floor whisks away beneath them ; she feels light in his arms .
leia:
why do the french love bread
i mean germans love bread too
there's so much bread in germany
macdaddy laurent:
i feel like everyone loves bread
but when you think of german stereotypes vs french stereotypes
which one of them goes HON HON OUI OUI BAGUETTE
ya know
