The Long Goodbye (regnum-caeleste)
Alright, so she could ignore the fact that the familiarity of the shadows around her legs was a bit of a comfort in its own way, but it was damn near impossible to ignore his statements. Inaudible sigh, attempt at masking the small smile that made its way onto her face before she would then turn around to face him.
Hand placed itself upon hip, weight shifted to said side before her line of vision directed to him, and inside of cheek bitten.
“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t know that, and if I said that the feeling wasn’t mutual.” Though she was certain he knew that already. There was another issue at hand entirely, however, and it was the issue that was next brought to his attention.
“–I might be out of bounds asking this but.. where were you?” After all, she was his fiance, didn’t she have a right to know?
She might not have deserved an answer in the beginning of their affair. If they were still that far away, if he still did not trust her, he would have punished her for that question. Rather than punish her, he supposed that he could grant her the truth. Lucy had all the time in the world to defy and defile his orders, but she did not. In his absence, she had proven herself loyal to a fault. Loyalty like that deserved a reward all its own.
“Your Celestial Spirit King was not an easy meal,” he admitted, idly looking over his left hand. “There were. . .certain complications. Complications that you did not need to see.”
He remembered nights where he woke up in a cold sweat, he remembered being so pale, and so weak. Rogue remembered something inside him, roaming, wriggling, doing its part to try and escape. On those nights, he remembered wondering if he was to die, and if his meal was to be reborn. Many a month was spent in agony. . .before it stopped. Those last throes died away, and he was whole again.
Rogue waved about the hand he was looking on, as if dismissing the idea that he had been in any sort of trouble. A thin smile crossed his lips, approaching with all the confidence in the world. The shadows around Lucy’s legs retreated at this, in reverent approval of their master. Rogue himself sought to lay his hand against Lucy’s cheek.
“I am your King, and you are my Queen. I will tear apart any fool who would dare interfere with us.”