Dancing In the Shadows
-Original RP-
by
Shuuki and Pookie
Chapter7:
Another Storm
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A cold wind wraps around
Versailles, bringing in its wake the scent of an autumn storm...
Somewhere in the depths of
the palace, two lovers slowly stir to wakefulness...
RB: *slowly slips out of Chanserv's sleepy embrace
and sits up, staring around the room*
Chanserv: *clasps hands above his head and
stretches*
RB: *looks down at Chanserv and smiles* Good
evening.
Chanserv: *places hand on RB's cheek* Good evening,
love.
RB: *smiles and looks around once again* Did you
sleep well enough?
Chanserv: Like a stone, my dear. This room proved to be as secret as you promised. I did not even hear the guards searching for us.
RB: Oh they searched, but they would never find this
room.
Chanserv: Indeed. Well my visit to the King should
prove interesting. That is, unless He visits you first tonight.
RB: Ah. I had not thought of that...*leans over
Chanserv and grins* However will you explain your disappearing act?
Chanserv: *chuckles* I have a long history of
disappearing. I'm sure I will think of something. *tickles RB's nose with a
lock of his golden hair*
RB: *giggles lightly as he considers his lover*
Chanserv: Shall we begin our evening?
RB: Let’s...
RB: This should be an interesting night... *listens
to the wind howling somewhere outside*
Chanserv: *kisses RB before getting up to dress*
RB: *lingers in bed a moment longer before
following*
Chanserv: *watches the wind strip the trees in
powerful gusts as he fixes his collar*
RB: *joins Chanserv by his side* A nice storm is
brewing...I wonder when it will hit...
RB: *adds a finishing touch to Chanserv's collar and
smiles* Shall we head out?
Chanserv: *nods and escorts RB to his bedchamber*
RB: *smiles as he notices the surprised looks from
the guards as they walk through the halls*
Chanserv: *opens the bedroom door for RB*
Chanserv: I have a visit to make now my dear. Will
you be all right on your own for a bit?
Chanserv: It is early evening yet. I doubt you will
have any visitors while I'm gone.
RB: *smiles, flashing his fangs* I shall be all
right. I too doubt anyone will come...
RB: Where are you off to?
Chanserv: To see your former Owner. I must pay my
respects at the start of my workday mustn't I? *caresses RB's face briefly* I
will see you soon.
Chanserv: *makes his way to the King's court*
RB: *watches Chanserv walk off* ...
RB: *turns around and enters his room, closing the
door behind him*
Chanserv: *footsteps echo as he walks the length of
the Hall of Mirrors*
Chanserv: *smirks to himself as he glances at his
reflection, recalling the old vampire superstition*
RB: *walks up to the window and stares blankly
outside*
Chanserv: *smiles at court ladies as he passes,
leaving titters and blushes in his wake*
RB: *drums his fingers on the windowsill, debating*
Chanserv: *halts as he arrives at the King's Salon*
Chanserv: *addresses guard* Inform His Majesty that
M. D'Chanserveaux requests an audience. I'm sure He is eager to see me.
Guard: *eyes narrow* Indeed His Majesty is. *opens
the doors and ushers Chanserv in*
Chanserv: *bows low as he steps before the King*
Chanserv: Your Majesty.
King: *glares at Chanserv without a word*
Chanserv: *waits patiently for a response*
King: *impatiently waves everyone out of the room*
King: *walks up to Chanserv and asks in a barely
controlled voice* Where have you been all day?
Chanserv: *straightens and stands with his hands
clasped behind his back*
Chanserv: If His Majesty will recall, I explained my
work takes me away during the daylight hours. As I am now in His Majesty's
employ, I had some loose ends that begged attending before I assumed my duty
here.
Chanserv: I left M. R.B. in the care of one of His
Majesty's guards in my absence.
King: *his stare not wavering, turns his back to
Chanserv and takes one of his swords* So you were taking care of some loose
ends... *turns around and walks back up to Chanserv, the sword in hand* …and
you left my RB with some guards...yet...yet...none of the guards were with him
today... *points the sword at Chanserv's neck* How do you explain that, Sir?
Chanserv: *continues calmly* Sadly I could not leave
these matters to my associates; they required my presence in closing. You
understand Your Majesty, that my reputation was in the balance. As for His
Majesty’s guards: with all due respect Your Majesty, are their actions my
responsibility? They are not my
guards, nor were they trained by myself.
Chanserv: I assumed His Majesty's elite guard of
would be sufficient for one day of absence.
King: *a small dangerous smile forms on his lips as
he pokes the sword lightly against Chanserv's neck, forming a small pearl of
blood* Do you mock my elite guards?
Chanserv: *nabs the blade between two fingers and
moves it away from his neck* *levels his gaze with the King's* I assure you,
Sire, I do no such thing.
King: *holds the gaze and smiles* Do you value your
life?
Chanserv: I ask His Majesty to consider my
explanation. I am sure in His wisdom, His Majesty can see who was truly at
fault in the matter.
RB: *pulls the sword away and considers Chanserv*
Your words would soothe an enraged lion...
Chanserv: *bows* I am honored by His Majesty's
praise.
King: *slowly raises Chanserv head with the sword’s
edge* I am much more than a lion... *leaves a thin trail of blood across
Chanserv's cheek and says dangerously* Remember that... *turns around and walks
to the window* Bring me the guard who was in charge of M. RB.
King: Bring me M. RB as well. *waves his dismissal
as he stares out the window, the sword still in hand*
Chanserv: *flicks the blood from his cheek with his
thumb, a dangerous glint crossing his eyes* At once, Your Grace.
Chanserv: *turns on his heel and heads out the door*
King: *stabs the sword into the ground, his thoughts
raging*
Chanserv: *strides
swiftly down the long halls of the palace, his intent gaze forward* *the same
ladies who tittered at his passing feel a chill wriggle up their spines as he
moves by them*
Chanserv: *raps
firmly on RB's door before entering*
RB: *is leaning
against the cold window, staring intensely at the wall in front of him* *is
startled by the noise and smiles brightly as he sees Chanserv* *smiles fades as
he notices his eyes* Chanserveaux?
Chanserv: *smiles
broadly, bearing his fangs* The fun is beginning sooner than I expected.
RB: *looks at him
curiously* What did you do this time?
Chanserv: Placated
a lion apparently. Come, He requests the pleasure of our company...and let us
pick up someone on the way. *takes RB's arm and grins*
RB: *smiles and
lets himself be lead out* Oh, in that case let us not make His Majesty wait...
Chanserv: *pulls
RB's ear close to his lips* Now we have only a few short minutes for a game, my
dear.
RB: *listens
eagerly* A game?
Chanserv: *smiles
and winks* The object is to find an impressionable young guard. Bring him here,
without being seen. *pulls out a pocket watch* I'll be timing you.
RB: *smiles* A
simple guard, eh?...*claps hand together* Of course! I have the perfect one!
*grins and disappears inside an empty hallway*
Chanserv: *calls
after RB* You have five minutes!
RB: *makes his way
towards the outside of the Palace until he reaches the inner courtyard* *stops
for a moment considering the menacing skies*
RB: *scans across
the courtyard* Now where are you?... *smiles as he spots a young guard hiding
from the winds* Aha...
RB: *crosses the
courtyard and quietly walks up to the guard*
RB: *taps the
young man lightly on the shoulder*
RB: *takes a step
back as the guard whips around, alarm written across his features*
RB: My apologies
friend; I did not mean to scare you so. *smiles pleasantly*
Guard: *tries to
make out the face in the dim light* Sir? *suddenly recognizes RB* M. RB!
Guard: *takes a
small bow* How may I be of service, Sir?
RB: *puts a hand
on the guard shoulder* Do you wish to work as one of my guards again? You did
such an excellent job under Sir D'Harmental.
Guard: *smiles
broadly* Of course, Sir. It would be an honor!
RB: Good, then
please, to the King's chambers. *heads across the courtyard, a grim smile on
his face as the guard follows him*
RB: *turns into a
hall going the opposite way of the king's chamber*
Guard: *hesitates
an instant* Sir?
RB: *stops halfway
across the darkened hall and turns* Yes?
Guard: Forgive my
presumption...I had come to believe we were going to the King's chambers?
RB: *smiles* Of
course. How silly of me. *slowly walks back toward the guard*
RB: *stops in
front of the guard, making him back up against the wall* Imagine that...me
getting lost...
Guard: *suddenly
feeling a bit more nervous* It...happens, Sir... *uneasily regards RB's smiling
face*
RB: *puts an arm
on the guard’s shoulder* Would you lead the way?
Guard: *suddenly
notices how close RB has gotten to him* ...
Guard: Of course...Sir...
*looks at RB's face and gasps in horror as his eyes turn a shade redder*
RB: *swiftly pins
the guard against the wall and bites deep into his exposed neck*
Guard: *starts
letting out a chilling scream before being effectively silenced by RB's hand*
RB: *eagerly
drinks the guard's blood, feeling the body tense and then relax*
Chanserv: *shakes
his head and smirks as his sensitive ears pick up the sound*
RB: *reluctantly
pulls away after drinking a significant amount of blood* *wipes away some blood
dripping off his lips while holding the guard’s slack body * Did I drink too
much again?...
RB: *sighs and
closes the wound* *raises the guard's head and slowly wakes him*
RB: *smirks as he
concentrates his gaze on the groggy guard's eyes* *after a moment pulls away
and walks down the hall, the guard following him obediently*
Chanserv: *leans
against the wall in the shadow of RB's doorway, arms folded*
RB: *smiles
proudly as he spots Chanserv* So how did I do?
Chanserv: *holds
up his pocket watch for RB to see* You barely made it.
RB: *grins like a
child as he makes the guard step into the room* There we go!
Chanserv: *steers
the poor guard back out into the hallway, laughing* No, no fledgling, we have a visit to make, remember? Your little friend here
is invited as well.
RB: Ah yes, so how
will my new friend be of service?
Chanserv: *guides
RB and his guard toward the King's Salon, his gaze mischievous and dangerous*
Wait and see...
RB: *nods and
follows Chanserv, his curiosity increased*
Chanserv: *the
guards at the King's door part swiftly and without comment as he lets himself
into the Salon*
King: *still
standing by the window*
Chanserv: *in a grand voice*
Your Majesty, I return with the gentlemen as requested.
King: *slowly turns his eyes
searching the faces present* *fixes his dangerously fierce eyes on the guard*
Guard: *nervously bows* Your
Majesty...
King: *looks at RB* Where have
you been, my lovely?
RB: *glances at Chanserv* I
was...
Chanserv: His Majesty has
asked you a question, M. RB.
RB: *looks at King with
confidence* I was out hunting most of the day.
King: Hunting? Alone?
Guard: *takes a step forward*
No your Majesty. I was guarding him.
King: *raises an eyebrow* Were
you? *takes a step towards the guard* Why was I not notified about this hunting
trip?
Guard: *nervously fidgeting*
Sire?
King: *turns around and stands
in front of Chanserv*
King: It seems you still have
one loose end to tie up, Monsieur. *waves his hand vaguely towards the guard
and goes back to the window*
Chanserv: *bows slightly* The
matter will be taken care of immediately, Your Grace.
King: *looks at Chanserv
sternly* I mean now.
Chanserv: Of course, Sire.
*pulls the guard's sword from its sheath and drags its blade across the guard's
throat before he can blink*
King: Dispose of his body,
Monsieur. That will be all for this night.
King: One more thing...*stares
at Chanserv* Because you are so swift with your sword I am giving you one more
chance. Do not disappoint me again. *waves his hand in dismissal*
Chanserv: *bows* Your Grace.
*opens the Salon doors and directs the guards to take their unfortunate comrade
away*
King: *walks up to RB and
caresses his cheek, ignoring Chanserv’s lingering presence* My dear...why were
you far from me today?
King: *clenches RB's throat
tight* Why do force me to hurt you so?
Chanserv: *reclines with his
back against the doorjamb, licking the sword clean*
RB: *gasps for air as the grip
around his neck tightens* *grabs the King's wrist*
King: *smiles* Seems you still
have some fire in you... *throws RB onto the nearby couch*
King: *walks up to RB and
pauses as he passes by Chanserv* Monsieur? *his voice low and dangerous*
Chanserv: *takes one last
swipe from blade with his tongue* Ah, I see I am not needed any longer tonight,
Your Grace. I will take my leave then. *flashes his most charming smile and
disappears into the shadows*
King: *stares for a moment
where Chanserv stood* Hmm... *nods and returns his attention to RB lying on the
couch*
Chanserv: *hangs in an
upside-down crouch from the ceiling in the corner, long hair swinging as he
watches his kin*
RB: *glances toward Chanserv
and smiles* *quickly looks back towards the King but doesn't move*
King: *licks his lips as he
leans over RB* You look so beautiful when angry...*forces RB on his back*
King: *kisses forcefully as he
quickly starts tearing RB's clothes off*
King: *noticing the lack of
reaction from RB, rakes his fingers along his back, digging his nails into the
flesh*
RB: *moans at the painful
sensation* *suddenly bites down hard on the King's lustful tongue*
King: *suddenly pulls back,
shock and horror on his face as blood pours out his mouth*
RB: *spits back a mouthful of
blood and flesh* You never learn... *glares at the King with deadly intent*
King: *grabs his nearby sword
and slashes at RB, cutting him across the chest* *glares back at him with a mix
of hate, anger, and fear*
RB: *stares down at his ripped
shirt and the blood dripping from his chest* *runs his finger through his blood
and licks it off* My favorite shirt...
King: *points his sword at
RB's neck and forces him back down*
King: *looks down at RB and
smiles dangerously* *suddenly stabs his sword in his shoulder, pinning him to
the couch*
RB: *screams out at the sudden
rush of pain*
Chanserv: *frowns at the
display, but restrains himself a moment more*
King: *smiles victoriously* I
will always win over you, my dear... *leans in closer to his face as he pushes
the sword in deeper*
RB: *moans painfully* *grinds
his teeth as he glares angrily at the King, unable to move*
King: *runs his hand along
RB's chest and smiles at the angry face*
Chanserv: *breathing
accelerates as the scent of RB's blood fills the room*
King: *rolls his finger
teasingly around RB's nipple* What will I ever do with you?...
King: *kisses RB again while
twisting the sword in the open wound*
King: *runs his hand lower as
his kiss muffles RB's scream*
Chanserv: *trembles, his eyes
clouding over in the deepest shade of red as he witnesses the display*
King: *breaks the kiss and
starts untying RB's trousers*
Chanserv: *drops to the floor
silently behind the king* *taps his shoulder*
RB: *turns around violently,
pulling the sword out of RB and slashing it towards the intruder* WHO DARES?
Chanserv: *catches the King's
wrist in his hand, face shadowed by his hair*
King: *suddenly recognizes
Chanserv and feels his blood freeze* You...
Chanserv: *without lifting his
face, smashes the king across the mouth*
King: *is sent flying to the
ground* *looks back up at Chanserv, holding his broken jaw, his eyes full of
terror and hate*
Chanserv: *steps slowly to
where the King lies, visage still in shadow* *slow, eerie voice* I am sworn to
protect M. RB, by the King's command...
King: *stares in disbelief,
his body trembling in fear* But...I am the King!
Chanserv: *finally meets the
King's eyes, his own, serpentine and full of barely-suppressed rage*
Chanserv: His Majesty should
take care to specify His own edicts.
King: *shivers violently,
feeling his blood curdle under those eyes* I....I...
Chanserv: *takes another step
forward* His Majesty should take care as to what He calls His own...
King: I order you...to
stop....*in a small trembling voice*
Chanserv: …for this young
beauty you have molested is...*grabs the king by the shirt collar*
King: *shrieks in terror*
Chanserv: MINE.
Chanserv: *drops the king to
the floor* *walks over to RB on the couch*
King: *blinks as the realizes
he is still alive* *starts giggling* *laughter intensifies into loud insane
laughing, broken by small sobs of terror*
RB: *moans as he tries to sit
himself up, his shoulder burning*
Chanserv: *leans down and
caresses RB's face, eyes softening a bit* Are you all right, my dear?
RB: *moans lightly* It
hurts...
Chanserv: *kisses RB softly on
the mouth, petting his head with one hand*
RB: *lets out a pleasured sigh
and tries to embrace Chanserv* *winces at the pain of raising his arm*
Chanserv: *pulls back from the
kiss and gathers RB into his arms* *walks over to where the King still sits on
the floor*
King: *laughter slowly dies
out into small whimpers as he watches the two approach*
Chanserv: You do not realize
the terror you escaped this evening Louis the XVI. I restrained myself only to
spare your country. *eyes flare with crimson again* But I assure you I will not
if you lay hand on this boy again.
King: *in a very low and
scared voice* Leave....please...go away... *buries his head in his hands as his
body is shaken by uncontrollable sobs*
Chanserv: *looks down his nose
skeptically* I am not impressed, nor am I deceived by this display, Your
Majesty.
Chanserv: Even Pharaoh let
Moses' people go and sent his army after them the next morning.
King: *stares down at the
floor, his fist clenched but doesn't say a word* ...
Chanserv: If you divulge
tonight's events to one person, I will know...and I will show you no mercy.
King: *still in a low voice*
You monster...
Chanserv: *grins cruelly* You
have little idea. *grin dies* Are we at and understanding Louis the XVI?
King: *looks up at Chanserv
but quickly looks away* Leave me be...I don't ever want to see your face
again...either...of you...
Chanserv: *glare hardens*
*brings his boot down hard one step closer to the king* I asked you if I am
understood!
King: *shrinks back and lets
out a very small 'yes'*
Chanserv: Good. *turns and
walks toward the exit* I would bother to ask for your word if it were worth
anything.
King: *clenches his fist
tighter at the insult but doesn't say a word*
Chanserv: Au revoir, Your Majesty. *smiles* Say goodbye, RB.
RB: *looks toward the King*
... *shakes his head and looks away without saying a word*
Chanserv: *sighs and exits the
room without another word*
Chanserv: *ignores the guards'
questioning looks as he carries his bloody charge past them*
Chanserv: *walks the halls in
silence*
RB: *nuzzles his head against
Chanserv*
Chanserv: *returns the gesture
and resists squeezing his fledgling,
mindful of his injuries*
Chanserv: *arrives at their
secret room* *lays RB gingerly on the bed*
RB: *lets out relieved sigh as
he lies on the soft bed*
Chanserv: *opens RB's shirt
and peals the bloody fabric from the wound*
RB: *winces lightly* I liked
that shirt...
Chanserv: *regards the rapidly
closing hole for a moment* *extends his tongue and runs it gently along the
flesh*
RB: *moans softly under the
touch*
Chanserv: *nuzzles RB's
shoulder with his nose between licks, healing it tenderly*
RB: *runs a hand in Chanserv's
long hair and sighs gratefully*
Chanserv: *low moans rise up
from between RB's skin and Chanserv's lips*
Chanserv: *rolls his eyes as
he savors each taste of RB's blood*
RB: *feels his body stirring
under Chanserv's touch*
Chanserv: *burrows his faces
in the curve of RB's neck, kissing and nibbling*
RB: *moans as he embraces
Chanserv tightly*
Chanserv: *slides his hands
under RB's back and holds him, head resting against RB's chest*
RB: *holds Chanserv tight,
whispering his name*
Chanserv: *closes his eyes,
listening to RB's heartbeat*
RB: *closes his eyes also, and
sighs contently, unable to say a word*
Chanserv: *hears
the sound of the wind demanding entrance against the windowpane*
RB: *looks out the
window at the storm brewing and smiles*
Chanserv: *voice
rises softly over the din outside* Why, RB?
RB: *looks at
Chanserv, slightly surprised* Why what?
Chanserv:
*continues without moving* Why did you let Him do that to you?
RB: *looks back
out the window, not answering* ...
Chanserv: ...He
was little match for you. You know that...
RB: ...I
know...but...*sighs and shakes his head lightly* it's just...
Chanserv: *stares
at a patch of rug as he waits for RB to continue*
RB: *looks back at
Chanserv, his eyes at once uncertain and firm* I have been under His rule for
longer that I can remember. He is my King, or was I guess...I...*bites his lip*
RB: I have always
been ruled by Him...whether by force or not. I do hate Him...and always
will...But something in me cannot kill Him...
Chanserv: *pushes
himself up on his elbows and regards RB with an undefinable look* That is your
answer?
RB: ... *small
smile as he runs his hand in Chanserv's hair* I have always had a protector...I
was not afraid of what could happen to me. I would always be protected...I have
no need to fight.
*drops his hand
and looks away* It is weak of me to think so...but it is what I believe.
Chanserv: *fingers
his hair where RB's hand touched* *murmurs* Hot and cold...
RB: *looks back at
Chanserv, a confused look on his face, but doesn't voice his question*
RB: *in a murmur*
Chanserveaux?
Chanserv: *hair is
suddenly ripped from his fingers, swirling about him like spun gold as the
window latch cracks with a clatter. Rain-spattered wind fills the small room,
extinguishing the candlelight*
RB: *is started by
the sudden clatter* *instinctively grabs Chanserv's arm and stares out the
window* *smiles softly as small raindrops splash his face*
Chanserv: *stares
with RB, eyes transfixed on the sky, little jolts running through him as
lighting skips silently across the clouds*
RB: *closes his
eyes as the thunder suddenly strikes, letting the sound resonate throughout his
body*
RB: *slowly tears
his eyes from the spectacle outside and looks at Chanserv*
Chanserv: *seems
oblivious to RB's presence, shivering slightly as he watches the heavens,
unblinking*
RB: *stares at
Chanserv's face, unable to read it* *slowly raises his hand but hesitates to
disturb Chanserv*
RB: *very slowly
whispers* Chanserveaux...
Chanserv: *without
removing his eyes from the storm, sounding distant and yet annoyed* What,
Gabriel?
RB: *swallows
hard, trying not to let his emotions overtake him* *takes a deep breath to calm
himself down* *says in a low and controlled voice* Who am I?
Chanserv: *blinks
suddenly and angles his head toward RB* I said what is it, RB?
RB: *closes his
eyes and collapses on the pillow* *clenches his fist and lets a single tear
fall out*
Chanserv: *sits
down on the bed and smoothes RB's hair* What has gotten into you, fledgling?
RB: *slaps the
hand away and looks into Chanserv's eyes* Who...*hesitates*
Chanserv: *looks
at RB with slight shock and puzzlement*
RB: *grabs his
collar, still staring at him* Who...is Gabriel? *watches the face intently*
Chanserv: *simply
blinks at RB for a moment, brow furrowed in surprise at this turn of events*
Gabriel?...RB, who are you talking
about?
RB: *takes
Chanserv's head in hands, not about to let this be* *in a soft and low voice*
Who lies with you on stormy nights?
Chanserv: *smiles
easily at this question* *eyes narrow and he leans his face close to RB's*
*whispers huskily* You do.
RB: *pushes
Chanserv away in frustration and steps out of bed* *stands by the window and
stares at the storm*
RB: *turns around
and glares at Chanserv* Why did you call me Gabriel?
Chanserv: *rolls
over and props his chin in his hands* I don't know who or what you're on about,
fledgling, *smiles* but you make an
adorable jealous-lover.
RB: *stares at
Chanserv incredulously* ...
Chanserv: *points
at RB* Your face is red.
RB: *shakes his
head and looks at Chanserv bitterly* You are no different from the others...
*turns his back to Chanserv and stares out the window* *adds in a cold tone* …menteur.
Chanserv: *appears
behind RB and wraps his arms about him* And will you kill me as you killed
them?
RB: *turns around
in his embrace* No. You have given me eternity, and I shall try to enjoy it. *kisses
Chanserv softly and pulls away* *looks at Chanserv with a mix of sadness and
betrayal* Enjoy yours... *disappears out the window in the gardens, ignoring
the pain in his heart*
Chanserv: *leaps
out into the rain after his prey* *smiles to himself* This little one is so
interesting...
Chanserv: *dances
atop the hedges that form the royal maze, unnaturally light feet leaving their
branches unbroken*
Chanserv: *the
rain pelts his head and shoulders as the shower grows into a downpour*
Chanserv: *breathing
grows strangely labored as he nears the hidden patio*
RB: *lets the rain
wash down on him as he waits on the patio*
Chanserv: *his
figure emerges from the gloom of a green corridor and approaches*
RB: *does not
acknowledge him, just stands under the pouring rain*
Chanserv:
*flickers of memory* *shards of awareness*
*squints through
dripping lashes at someone ahead* ...Who?...
Chanserv: *the
soaked expanse between he and the figure seem to lengthen* *picks up the pace
of his gait*
RB: *stands as
still as stone, listening to Chanserv approach*
Chanserv:
*breathing comes harder, pushing in and out of his lungs painfully, expelling
large plumes of steam as he begins to run*
RB: *slowly turns
to face Chanserv, but stays hidden in shadows*
...Blood...cold...the scent of blood is everywhere. Steam rises on all sides of the boy, fleeing the ground under the onslaught of cold rain.
Chanserv: *extends
one hand as he reaches RB, grabbing him to his chest fiercely*
RB: *resists the
urge to embrace Chanserv quite yet*
Chanserv: *takes
RB's shoulders into his grip and forces him to meet his gaze*
Chanserv: *eyes
grow large as he meets RB's flat blue eyes, rimmed with fresh tears* *something
twists and breaks inside of him, and somewhere, a scream starts to build in his
throat, forcing its way out until it is filling the gardens with his shriek*
RB: *holds
Chanserv close, holding back tears as the shriek pierces deep into his own
soul*
Chanserv:
*releases RB as if he were hot coal and stares at his hands, shrieking* *takes
a few steps back and falls to his knees, eyes riveted on his hands*
Chanserv: *looks
up at RB in anguish for one moment before falling unconscious onto the wet
earth*
RB: *quickly runs
to Chanserv and holds him close, hating himself for what had just happened*
*brushes a wet strand of hair away and murmurs softly to Chanserv*
RB: *ignores the
pounding rain and the cold wet grass, instead concentrates all his attention to
Chanserv's unconscious face*
RB: *abandons
making sense of the night's events as he gently caresses Chanserv's face* *in a
low concerned voice* What happened to you?...to...him?...
RB: *leans down
over Chanserv and gently brushes his lips* ... to me? *deposits a light kiss on
Chanserv's cold lips*
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Fin…?