Mar 31
Something silly :D
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Something silly :D
https://www.tumblr.com/anothermicchi/804237200935059456/some-strawpage-requests?source=share
They are not getting through those 5 hours
Hey hey!! What do you mean?!
X. A flash of anger.
eeee thank you darling! <333333 hmmm, let's see...
Luc is standing at the side of the ballroom, feeling out of place as usual. Everyone is costumed and masked, but he is wearing simple black, a plain mask, wanting to blend into the background as much as possible.
Sébastien and Ben are sitting a little distance away, talking quietly. They have repaired all that broke between them - all that Sébastien broke, under the influence of one who took such malicious pleasure in pulling his strings, manipulating him when he was at his most vulnerable and out of Luc's reach, out of his protection.
Luc is happy for them. It is such a joy to see them happy and comfortable together again, to see Sébastien's face lighting up beneath his elaborately-jewelled mask, to see Ben's eyes sparkling and his soft, gentle smile.
Suddenly someone tries to push past him, someone in a garish costume and an equally garish mask, and for a moment he is startled, uncomfortable - he does not enjoy these events - but then he realises that they are speaking and he recognises the voice.
My Prince! I must see him. Move out of my way, please, I must speak with my Prince!
He has not heard that voice since before the summer. And the last time, it was cringing, begging, pleading for forgiveness that its owner had by no means earned.
A sudden flash of anger almost blinds him, and he moves to stand in their way, arms crossed, as he steadies his breathing enough to speak - enough to remember his English, when all he wants to do is curse them in French.
"He is not your Prince," Luc says, firmly, coldly, biting back his fury. "He is mine."
"No, no, no, he is mine! We are destined to be together! His place is with me and he shall bring me whatever and whoever I want! Starting with the Prince Consort! He belongs to me!"
"No," Luc says, and his anger is bleeding through into his voice now, much as he is trying to stop it. He is hardly ever angry, he doesn't like making a scene, but this - this person has almost destroyed everything and everyone he loves more than anything in the world, has caused unimaginable pain to all of them and to Luc himself, they have been told that they are no longer welcome in London, that they should leave before they are made to truly face the consequences of their actions, and yet they have the gall to come here, to try to get to Sébastien even after everything, to try to get to Ben -
They are pushing at him now, trying to get him to move out of their way but he will not move. They will have to go through him to get to his beloveds, and he will not allow it.
"No," he says again. "He belongs to himself most of all, he belongs to the Prince Consort, to the Crown Prince and Princess, to the Duchess of Queens and his Duke, to all of his family, and he belongs to me. He was never yours, and he never will be." He grasps their arm, firmly, tightly, just enough to bruise if they struggle. "Now. Leave."
"You are keeping me from him!" Their voice is rising now, becoming shrill, and people are starting to turn and stare.
Luc can't quite bring himself to look behind him, to check whether Ben and Sébastien have seen the intruder. He only wants to deal with this quickly and quietly, and permanently.
"No, I am not," he hisses, and he tugs on their arm, walking them briskly around the edge of the room, towards the door. They are struggling, but Luc is stronger by far. He hustles them out through the corridors, past footmen and servants to the front door, and one of the footmen pulls it sharply open.
Luc shoves Sébastien's tormenter none too gently down the steps.
"He does not wish to see you. None of us wish to see you. He was unwell, and you disregarded it and took advantage of him. You manipulated him and tormented him. You very nearly had two deaths upon your conscience, blood upon your hands. You will not believe anything but your own delusions, but you should believe this - he never wants to see you again, and if you ever attempt to approach any of us again I will kill you myself. And that is nothing to what will happen if the Crown Prince finds out you were here. Now go, and do not come back."
He turns and goes back into the house, not bothering to see their reaction. He is breathing hard, and he leans against the wall for a moment, waving away the footman who asks if he is well. He just needs to catch his breath.
His hands are shaking.
OOH. I wasn't quite expecting that :D :D :D But here we are! Thank you so much for the prompt and getting that one shaken loose! <3333333
Anyone else fancy sending me a letter and a character and I'll write a ficlet? (Two of a Kind/unhinged AU AU AU/Gold Cages characters are what I have the spoons for just now)
(Can I give hugs to Shelly?)
piastark
Burn it down baby!
Hashtag, are you glued to your phone a lot? Do you stay a lot in the dugout? If yes the touch sum grass now!
Hashtag: Oh! Thank you for the reminder!
Hashtag: And don’t worry! Mom and dad make sure we all get our fair share of outdoors time, so we all touch the grass a lot!
You know what I would LOVE to fucking see?! I wanna see people get self indulgent! I want to see you all treat yourselves! I want anyone willing to reblog this post with a love letter written to one of your very favorite characters! Anyone who wants a chance to get sappy and just GUSH about one of your babes, this is you chance! Take it!