#noblessefrankenstein

[htonyaa]

[suitedsalamander]

my whole life|Noblesse|FrankensteinxRai

my whole life - G rated on Ao3

Science is the art of inference, observation, and experimentation. Frankenstein considered himself to be- one of the- if not the greatest of his age. The potion of Oxycontin and endorphins swirling beneath the surface of his mind are a matter of human chemistry.

It’s not that he doesn’t believe in love, it’s nothing so dramatic as that. He recognizes the emotion, catalogs it and immediately delves deeper. Playing with every strand and breath of his own being till iron bubbles up when he laughs is an old game. Raizel sweeping in alongside him wearing dove white, the fabric marred by rivets of red as if it faced the battlefield is new.

Possession counts as nine-tenths of the law, the bond between them renders the rest of the old cliche moot in Frankenstein's eyes. If the dog leads you when the leash is in your grasp who really is being walked?

Devotion sews itself into his every action, the thread that binds him to Raizel, growing stronger stitch by stitch. Sometimes he sinks within himself to observe the lines of that web and lays back suspended by the bond. That is not where from his attraction stems, though power has always called to him. The freedom of choice drives him to ascend higher on Rai’s blood red wings.

Sliding his hand to the small curve of Raizels waist is a causal claim. To humans. He knows in their current company the gesture is daring. The waist is closer to rib cage which harbors the heart. Touch among any culture is an indicator of familiarity. Among Nobles and Were such an action was reserved for family, shield mates, and lovers.

Frankenstein can feel the surprise in the air when Raizel allows the contact and what’s more, prolongs it permitting the scientist to keep pace. He can’t fight down the tilt of his lips or the enjoyment that thrums through him. It’s there the clues in the subtle shift of Rai’s face but his master is fully aware of what his actions mean.

Not that Frankenstein doubted for a moment, Rai is above all else a champion of etiquette and social grace. It’s one of his best features.

One of his eyebrows brows is order the other law, each of his eyes the scale or gavel as a sweep of his hand delivers judgment.

His left ear bears a cross of Frankenstein's creation, marriage is legally binding or formally recognized union, their bond is equal in commitment.

Men of science often find themselves at odds with God, Frankenstein only finds truth in one deity.

According to some, there is no higher bond than that of God and his Angels.

When the sun climbs the highest reach turning Frankenstein's hair to a halo of gold, he looks to Raizel beside him infinite in white bearing a crown of red and begins his worship.

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Frankie

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[htonyaa]

Tired Franken. And his Lunark.

I love them aaaww

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[suitedsalamander]

shall i stay |Noblesse|FrankensteinxRai|

shall i stay - G rated- on Ao3

Rai can convey more in a look then an hour of conversation would reveal.

Today, Frankenstein watches Raizel, watching the world from the window, and wonders who watches back?

Dust motes dance through the air and light glides into the room curling around Rai’s figure.

There was something sempiternal about his master, unending as the turn of the earth or burn of the farthest stars.

Frankenstein ceases to keep the pretense of cleaning and looks.

His mind that of a scientist lends itself to observing the way the rays of sun circle Raizel and brush their golden hues across his fair skin. He catches himself cataloging each shadow interested in what other monsters may lay beneath.

Dark lashes are contrasted by thoughtful red eyes which are flickering to meet his gaze.

Distantly he knows the Earth still turns, the stars still burn, but here and now all else ceases.

There is only the bond singing through his mind and the swirl of emotion sweeping him up to golden heights. He wants to pull on the hooks of those threads to dissect his own brain.

Lips lift as Raizel see’s to the core of him and bids the dark die down.

The ouroboros connection they share loops back around once more; there is no option of letting go.

Today, Frankenstein learns he can stay forever.