Title: Feall

Summary: I betrayed him. . .

Style: literal fiction

Rating: T

Pairings: NualaxNuada

Archive Findings: Hellboy, Nuala, Nuada, T, incomplete

Warnings: lemon undertones, violence

Disclaimer: I don't own Hellboy or anything having to do with Hellboy, which includes Nuada and Nuala.

It started when we were young: he bumped his head, and a bruise appeared on my forehead.

In prepubescence, I was hiding from the guards, and he found me and comforted me.

But then, then I found myself waking up one night, my entire body hot, liquid, pure lust. I could not move save for tossing and turning as the heat washed over me. I could hear my own voice in my head, pierced with moans in his voice. When I realized it was my brother, my own voice rang out in our heads as my hand moved of its own accord. I felt his surprise, as well as the tsunami of feeling that left me panting and twitching with him.

The years after, we would sneak away, the two of us, experimenting to see what would make us both giggle, and what made us lay on top of each other, whimpering. The servants knew, of course, but no one whispered a word when his essence was found on my sheets. Not a person spoke when we both awoke in his bed. And no one passed a second glance when we disappeared for hours, only to come back looking thoroughly ravished.

It was only when there were open displays of affection did people talk: a small kiss that lingered too long, laying tangled together under the trees, holding hands on the way to his room: all of these collided. I suddenly started having difficulty hearing him, had a harder time feeling his touch. I knew that someone felt it necessary to interfere, and only after I heard father yelling to him did I realize who and why.

It was not unheard of, for siblings to learn the pleasures of the body, but to be so close, loving, was forbidden. I was not to blame for that first night, apparently: I had not woken him up by touching my own body. I think that is why it all started, why he grew apart from me, from us, and how I grew, as well.

He thought we were the only ones, and he clung to that, so desperately. When he left, blessing my forehead with a kiss, and brushing his lips over my tears, I never felt his presence. Father succeeded in shielding me for hundreds of years. And then, when he returned, I could no longer return his love and hold him like I had before. My eyes could not meet his when I told him my heart on his life. In that, I lost his faith, but not his love.

I betrayed him.