@obligeas said: He trusts Suzaku. Lelouch trusts Suzaku so much it hurts when his friend turns the gun on him and attempts to make him into his enemy. Why can't you see -- we're supposed to be on the same side, you pathetic fool. I hate that you fight for Britannia. For her. Lelouch is jealous of Suzaku's loyalty to the now-dead Euphemia; he's accepting that, slowly but surely. "Open your damn eyes, Suzaku! Do you want to be treated like a dog?!" (i guess end of R1) / who exactly are you to talk!
Angry.
Very motherfucking angry.
It’s a feeling that still eats away at Suzaku, rots his insides like an acid. Corrosive. And in the anger, there’s something more tame. A bitter sadness and disappointment. The harsh sting of betrayal that feels like a knife twisting in his gut ( a feeling that makes him wince – he remembers his father and the knife in tiny hands, the blood that coated his fingers then and has remained with him for seven years ). It’s an amalgam of emotion that makes him nauseated, lips pulled in a hard frown as he keeps the barrel pointed in Lelouch’s direction. As he keeps emerald eyes narrowed, brows knitted together in the sorrow, the defeat he feels.
It’s not a defeat in the sense that he’s losing this battle– no, he’s the one who will leave here unscathed. But it’s his own defeat for lying to himself for so long. For denying the possibility that Lelouch was Zero and opting to trust time and time again in his best friend. But he knew, deep down. He always knew. Since he was freed from his almost execution by the Black Knights. Since he was offered the chance to join them, turning the opportunity down because it wasn’t in line with his own agenda ( and he still had his court martial to attend ). But time and time again, he denied it.
( There’s no way Lelouch could be Zero, right? Was he really that willing to kill his family? Why would he resort to such a method? Why is he lying to everyone– to me, to Nunnally? )
But he couldn’t keep lying to himself anymore. He couldn’t keep telling himself over and over and over again that his best friend for the last seven years was the terrorist known as Zero- the infamous leader of the Black Knights. That he was the one that murdered Prince Clovis ( which he was framed for! ), that he is the reason for the increased number of rebellions that break out, the reason so many of his own blood has given their life and died for such a cause, that he killed Euphemia who wanted nothing more than to help them.
He can feel his hands shaking despite how hard he’s trying to stand still and remain calm. He can feel the slight tremor in his shoulders, a result of the anger that threatens to consume him and eat him alive like a flame. But he’s trying to handle this as calmly as he can despite the raging inferno that is his emotions but he can feel himself tearing apart at the seams the further and further this goes on. The longer that Lelouch keeps trying to justify himself, the moment that calls for a truce.
An offer Suzaku is quick to discard, striking a match to the idea.
( If this all wasn’t some kind of... some kind of game to him, he would’ve joined with Euphie! None of this would be happening! None of this would have to happen and— )
For a brief moment, it feels like Suzaku is being stabbed. A sharp pain in his gut, enough to steal the breath from his lungs– eyes wide as he stares hard at the unmasked terrorist before him. What... was he saying? What the fuck was he saying?! What could Lelouch possibly know about the time he’s spent in the military– Suzaku knows this! He knows how he’s treated, he’s dealt with it long enough! It isn’t any sort of news to him at all! He’s aware of how he’s used, he knows he almost died on Shikine Island and he would’ve gladly accepted that if it meant Zero went down with him too.
But he didn’t. They’re both still living.
Suzaku knows of the way he’s been reprimanded. Of the way he’s been treated because of who he is. He’s not that stupid that he doesn’t see it– since day one he was nothing but a tool, just another pawn on the chessboard. Laying it out clearly for him doesn’t change that fact.
Yet there’s something, something in the way that Lelouch snaps at him that hurts to hear it. Like he doesn’t get it but Suzaku isn’t even given a chance to retort his claim. Not when it feels like that knife sunk deep in his belly is twisted sharp when Lelouch snaps again, claims it’s all in the past. The past? The past?
“You killed your father, didn’t you?”
The trembling he’d felt in his shoulders feels like too much to keep control of now. His hands are shaking terribly now, lips quivering in the shock at such the exclamations, the question asked of him. The echo of Lelouch’s words ringing loud in his ears about finding time to regret later. To open his eyes, unless he wants to keep being treated like a dog. There’s a hiccup in the pilot’s breath, a shaky step in attempt to readjust his footing lest he want his knees to buckle beneath him.
( How could Lelouch say that? How could he–? What does he know? What does he know? What does he– )
“What the fuck could you possibly know!?” He snaps. There’s nothing that can possibly keep him together now. Not the attempts that he’s tried to keep the rope holding him up from fraying. There’s no rational thought now– there’s no ‘think of all routes and outcomes then choose’ to be done here. He’s angry. He’s so fucking angry and there’s no way of calming him down, “You– Don’t try to fucking tell me you understand!”
Hopeless! He’s hopeless!
In his rage, he remembers the boy he knew. The cold look that was in his eyes the day he and Nunnally had been sent off, leaving him alone. He remembers how he looked, the anger in his voice and Suzaku remembers how he couldn’t say a word then– how he couldn’t agree with Lelouch because of his own grief and anger, the very war he started inside of himself. He’s not sure when he started crying, feeling the tear roll down his cheek as he tries to steady his trembling hand to aim his gun straight.
The shaking is only making him angrier.
Lelouch’s insistence in trying to get an answer out of him makes it worse.
“Nothing that happens from now is any of your business!” The look on his best friend’s face hurts, the sheer disbelief that he would do this. But it’s been that way for months with Suzaku, telling himself time and time again that Lelouch couldn’t be because he believed in him. Yet here he is, in front of his own lie to himself and Suzaku knows what needs to happen.
He can’t let Lelouch– no– he can’t let this demon live.
The sound of his own name echoes in his ears when Lelouch pulls his own gun on him, desperation evident in the look on his face and Suzaku meets him in the middle of all this animosity with his own shout, “LELOUCH!”
“....Huh. You’re that boy that’s apparently skilled at chess.“ Her tone is a casual, oddly elegant drawl, as if power blatantly clung to her by nature. Her posture is confident, her eyes are piercing, her hair is completely soaked white -- and she stands all the prouder for it. The Imperial Princess has it, why not her? Might make a trend....one she’d rather eliminate completely before her time runs out. But the coiled serpent in rage would rather sleep in her stomach for now; hot and binding than bare its fangs before its time.
“I’m hardly interested in prying. I’m still debating on which class. Everyone’s flocking to the mercenary playing professor. It’s a bit funny..... mind passing the book? The one above on the history of the Empire? It’s for an assignment.” A smooth lie as she waits, expectant of him to do as she asked. There doesn’t seem to be malcontent in her, save her eyes never stop burning.
"I’d appreciate it.” / @obligeas like’d for a three houses starter.
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It’s not the first time she’s come across an injured person in the wild areas --- mostly it’s children, inexperienced, seeking glory without realizing that pokémon can be DANGEROUS. He very much does not seem like the type --- but he’s wounded nonetheless. And thus : she helps.
She’s tugging off her coat, silently mourning it ------ it’s so cute and so fluffy and so pink and blood stains do not come out of this material ------ as she kneels beside him, eyes gentle --- and pleading. LET ME HELP.
❝ THIS PAPER IS BRILLIANT, I’M MOST IMPRESSED. Your eyes tell me you’re highly intelligent as is, but this could not be so different than qualifying like that young professor has done.
I’d like to hear your opinions on other such things. Perhaps that might not be easy. I’m told you’re rather enigmatic, despite how polite you are to your teachers. ❞ There’s soft pride in his voice, always earnest to see the growth of a student, especially one who dodged many professors at any given turn. He noticed himself was one of them...then again with his disturbing area of perception uncoiling itself naturally he could understand why students might be uneasy around him. For several reasons.
He’s gentle, achingly so, there’s nothing denoting pity or disdain for the often lazy Lelouch; whose shared violet eyes are colder than his own, like bitter snows long ago in a time of blood. Just genuine kindness. He wonders with all the recent happenings if such a time is coming again...and what he will do about it. Clearing the fog from his mind for now; honing it like the finely kept blade at his side, the Professor hands the paper with his grade.
❝ Top marks. Truthfully with no nobility to speak of, it’s a wonder I have such a role as your teacher. The system is strange at times, though I imagine Lady Rhea would not think well of me for saying so. However the truth is the truth, isn’t it? I doubt she’d take such a silly man seriously anyway. ❞ He glances at the weapon at his side; quirking a fine red brow.
❝ Lelouch, yes? Do you not have a sparring partner? I’d have thought someone so intelligent might consider magic instead. You’d be quite the warlock or sorcerer. You have great potential. Thank you for giving me your best in this essay.
-- Well, if we’re finished I’ll get back to papers.❞
An unspoken, distant yet kind enough offer and comment that he would happily be a ‘wall’ of sorts to his blows. Or merely a listening ear. Then again, he wondered if rumors of that ungodly prowess of his had already hit this continent. He’d really rather not. Something told him Lelouch was made of different fiber..and something else too, something...almost ... could that sensation be --
But he ignores it for now, merely moving back to his chair to give the boy some space; the sound of a pen humming across the paper in sharp precision but warm regards echoing in his classroom. If Lelouch wishes to speak, he’s welcome, but he isn’t here to pester nor pry.
That was all in the past, wasn’t it? The ghosts in his rib-cage whisper no. / @obligeas
And as that question lingers in the air he doesn’t bother giving it an immediate answer. He doubted the other even expected one, just threw it out to hang idle in the air before it disintegrates painfully slow like bark melting off firewood. Besides, it was a silly observation giving Brail wasn’t asking a question, but observing the invisible, seemingly endless interrogations Lelouch performed in colored irises alone.
What do you see that others don’t?
As if he was going to answer that question with any resemblance of absolute honesty. The information he gathered about others was meant to be collected slowly--with little intention of revealing how much he learned, after all. Besides, no one is perfect with research, and anything he observed was subject to scrutiny after he presented his most instinctual of thoughts.
But anyway, he’s talking to him isn’t he? And the last statement makes a singular laugh leave his lips, harmonious and chiming with the same instigating energy the Lelouch dots in his words.
“Bold of you to assume anything about you frightens me.” He lifts himself on the edge of the table, crossing a leg over the other and lifting polished china to his lips, “I merely insinuated you were asking me a question that you didn’t want to actually vocalize. That’s fair, I have that effect on people.”
A twitch of lips northward, the taste of tea on his tongue. He could sense his wordless invitation to a dance. And, even if taking that metaphorical outstretched hand was willing, he didn’t plan to let him lead the steps after.
No, no, this would be a mutual endeavor and struggle, disguised with grace. He would be disappointed if it wasn’t.
Lelouch's going to return the eyeliner and highlighter he 'borrowed' from Hilda but ends up bumping into her in the dormitory halls before he gets the chance. "Ah--Hilda!" He quickly realizes his hands are holding the missing objects. Looking from them and back to the pink-haired girl, he quickly tries to concoct a way to talk himself out of it. "Trick or Treat?"
she’d been looking for her eyeliner and highlighter as soon as she’d noticed them missing — which honestly hadn’t taken her long at all to realize. she may often come off as a bit irresponsible, incapable and air headed…but she’s actually quite meticulous when it comes to her belongings, and she knows when things have been moved or gone missing. it was frustrating at the least, and worrisome at the worst — namely worrisome to think that someone had possibly gone into her room to retrieve them in the first place. of course…all of her questions — well, most of them, anyway — are answered as soon as she bumps into her classmate.
carmine irises are quick to fixate themselves on her belongings clutched within his hands, one pink brow shooting upwards in curiosity as her gaze shifts slowly upwards towards his face. “ lulu… ” the endearment rolls off her tongue harmlessly, though if he’s listening hard enough, there is the slightest hint of irritation in her tone. of course, it’s softened a bit by his attempt to play it off in the name of the holiday’s classic catchphrase. “ mhm — i think somebody already helped themselves to a treat from the looks of it. ” pink tresses shift with the tilt of her head, one hand reaching forward and holding her palm open in expectation.
“ if you tell me why you took off with my makeup, i’ll let you off without giving you a nasty trick. do we understand each other? ♡ ” she’s more than willing to let him off the hook this time, providing he explains himself. well, that and she might make him promise not to repeat his offense, too. she’d hate to have to think poorly of a dear classmate, after all…
inbox call // ♡ looks like the cat caught a cornered rat!
