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otomeshitsuji replied to your post: Ugh, Im pretty sure this is when my...
Your art is gorgeous, ok. Dont be afraid to lift the prices slightly. Youre worth it. If youve worked long and hard, it better be damn high. Just sayin
Hua, I was just about to delete that ramble but ;v; You're too presh, Ritsu, thank you <3
otomeshitsuji replied to your post: otomeshitsuji replied to your post: ...
yes, youve stomped on my heart five million times. I would ask you to stomp on it some more, but I think it needs time to heal first.
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I love you jake
WHY DO I FEEL LIKE I'VE JUST PULLED YOU INTO SOME KIND OF EMOTIONALLY ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP SOBS COME HERE RITSU LET ME MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER ILUBB //HOLDS SO TIGHTLY
otomeshitsuji replied to your post: Otay, Ritsu, this ones for you for the Betrayal...
What have you done with my heart.
I DUNNO YOU TELL ME ;A;
Otay, Ritsu, this one's for you for the 'Betrayal' fic! I hope it's angsty/dark enough! ;u;
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She'd stood next to the doorway, muscles tense under the thick layers of patterned fabric and frills. She'd stood straight, eyes piercing off a thousand yards into the distance without seeing, digging through the shelves of books and hung portraits on the wall and the dark pattern of the wallpaper decorating the study. It was dark, save for the moonlight which poured in through the thin stitchings of the curtains and drenched the room in a cold glow.
The moonlight was in hues of white and blue, but all she could see was red - a color that could very well have begun spilling from her palms of she clenched her fists just a little tighter. She'd stood erect, the hem of her flowing gown brushing the leg of her husband's desk only a foot away from her. As still as she tried to force herself, the tremors continued to lightly shake her body, but now she couldn't tell anymore if it was from the chill of the manse at night kissing the pale of the bared neck or from... something else entirely.
She'd almost bit straight through her painted lips at the light rap on the wood of the door.
"My Lady." A soft, low voice - one that didn't raise for attention because of the blanket of night that already tucked most everyone to sleep. A voice she was all too-familiar with. Her knuckles whitened, her voice tightening.
"Come in, Ritsu."
There was no hesitance before she watched the golden handle move, followed by the soft click of the bar removing itself as the door quietly opened. The dark-haired man, donned in his usual black uniform with his pristine necktie and the chain of a barely-used monocle tucked in the pocket of his coat, then stepped into the room. Though a handful of years older than she, his face was smooth. Youthful. Not a single line in sight or out of place. She already knew the creases that had begun decorating her features, marking years of worry, unfulfilled expectations, painful childbirth. An unhappy life.
Looking at him now, with the soft glow of the moon reflecting from his pale face and his gem-green eyes...
She knew this was why she could never be happy.
"Close the door."
Without batting an eyelash, he did just that. The spring of the bolt filled it slot and kept the wood in place, and he stepped back and stood proper.
"Is there something you desire, My Lady?" Ritsu asked her calmly, his gloved hand over his heart as a gesture of sincerity. No such thing could be found on his face, however. No trace of any emotion pulled at the skin of his features - as if everything was carved out of stone. Ritsu - the sculpture. The decoration. The beautiful display of utter perfection. The perfect butler.
"Remove your clothes."
That stirred a small reaction. Ritsu's shoulders visibly stiffened and his brow raised a little. What surprised him, she wondered? The utter demand coming from a usually submissive and soft-spoken young woman or the order itself? Perhaps it was both.
"My Lady?"
"Ritsu." The normal softness of her brown eyes was gone, sharpened by something much stronger than stone. Her address to him was nothing less than biting, already tearing into his flesh before he'd even exposed himself. She hadn't moved from where she stood. "Remove. Your. Clothes."
That is when some semblance of hesitance shone through. It passed almost as quickly as it came, however, and the stony expression returned to his face as he took the finger of his glove in his teeth and pulled his hand from the cloth. He did this for the second hand as well before tucking the white articles into the pocket of his jacket, to which he began to unbotton as well.
She just stood there and watched him carefully, scrutinizing the precise way which he undid each button - from top to bottom - and slipped the dark material from his shoulders, exposing the dark vest and the glaringly white dress shirt he wore underneath. He placed the jacket neatly atop his young master's cleared desk. The beams of moonlight that washed over him glowed over his white shirt, one that was both eerie and ethereal.
But that would soon change.
She continued to watch him - watch him as he looked up at her from behind the strands of his dark hair, with those eyes of his, as a strange look that seemed to seek confirmation. Or perhaps, he was seeking answers. Answers she didn't seem at all intent on giving, so Ritsu started undoing the buttons on his vest next, and once that itself was no longer confined around his body, he pulled and loosened the tie around his neck. He looked at her once again.
And she continued to stare.
"My Lady, if I may ask--" he began, slipping the undone tie from the collar of his shirt.
"You will be silent." Each word was heavy from her lips - tense. Strained. Forced. Coated in something thick and vile.
Shaking?
Ritsu hesitated again, but this time it lasted only a brief moment longer. She was not approaching him, nor was she saying anything but biting retorts. What plans did she have for him?
He placed the tie and the vest over his jacket on the desk, and then he proceeded to undo each botton on the thin dress shirt, slowly exposing his bare flesh from his collarbone to his waist.
As each botton was released, she could see the soft contours of his bare chest flexing with the muscles of each arm. The chill of the open air prickled goosebumps across his skin, ones that reached even farther down as he followed her orders. She saw the curves of his ribs, then dipping to the soft crevices and chiseled valleys of his stomach; she could even see from the distance between them the way his pelvis dipped into the dark mass of his uniform trousers, still held up by his belt and hiding all else.
The white glow fell from his shoulders, showing just how broad they really were. When he turned to place the dress shirt neatly atop the rest of his collective articles of clothing, she could finally see why all the streaks and lines and wrinkles of his years had not collected on his face.
Spread across his skin, over the hard curves of his spine and his shoulder blade, visibly deep and mottled and dark and sharp, stretched ugly scars that spoke of years. Some were light, some were still dark. Others were wrinkled, and a few discolored from infection. These told stories his face could not.
He turned to face his body towards her once again, and he reached for his belt.
"Stop."
Ritsu lifted his face, frozen. She only stared back, expression unchanging. What once were signs of stress in her features have now gone, smoothing her face into something cold and soulless, mimicking the marble that normally was set in Ritsu's own expression. But this stone was even harder, and it was jarring.
This was no longer his sweet lady. This was no longer Jake.
That itself became horrifically evident when something sifted in her hand from the folds of her flowing patterned dress, her slender fingers clutching something so tightly that the color in her fists drained. He only watched when she slowly let her arms go limp, and a few fingers slackened until something unraveled from them and hit the carpeted study floor with a dull thunk and with a collection of metal. The beams of the moonlight shone dully on the used pieces of metal, coated with something dry that it kept the light from shimmering off the surface. There were multiples gathered together, each part of a thin branch of leather that rose and collected in a tight knot before it reached the wrapped handle still clutched in her hand.
The color immediately drained from Ritsu's face.
Jake's expression did not falter. No. She was no longer there. She has been long dead now, and now this soulless husk that was in her shape was standing before him.
Her gaze pierced through him.
"Ritsu," she whispered.
"Turn around."
otomeshitsuji replied to your post: Wooie, listening to dark drone...
Haha, music always sets the mood.
Music is awesome like that. 8D As well as it's completely appropriate for the little piece of angst I owe ya. I hope you're up for some heart-hurt~ //eyebrow waggles and skips away
otomenights replied to your post: Anya and Bishie!Jake, fantasy, fluffffffffffffffffffff
OMG! SO FLUFFY!! I LOOOOVE IT!!!! Heeheehee!! <3 Youre so wonderful, Jake~~
HEEEEEE ////// Tbh, I wish I could've made it longer, but I was just getting out of my writer's block and yeah :/
You + Me + Locked in a room for 24 hours = instant fangirling, snacking, food, wifi buddies, squealing over men and friends alike, more food, random hugging and snuggling, pillow talks and goodnight kisses. Tears, smiles and lots of precious times. SO BASICALLY FANGIRLS DOIN' THEIR THING ok ilu Jake and fanwork being done, oral fanfictions, and random reenactment of some scenes from otome games or animes and such. y u p
aaaaaaa just hop the border and come into my arms already ;v;
Just a reminder that you are A PERFECT HUMAN BEING and that you matter. Have a lovely day, beautiful! May I go in for the kiss? （*＾3＾）/～☆ (SMOOOOOOCHES AND KISSES)
YOU ARE TOO MUCH, LOVELY LADY, COME LET ME SMOOCH YOU <343533
