So I'm trying to churn out chapters of normal stuff. But this came in my head instead. ()_() whoda thunk? Twincest. Angst. Fluff. Bad words...I own NOTHING. ENJOY.
REVISED: Wow ok. So..apparently I fail at life :) Thank you anonymous reviewer because I wouldn't have caught that. Now, I realize you railed at me for the whole 'nana' thing which ...fair game, so I changed it for you because...^_^ I fail at life. But. At any rate. As for his language and treatment of them-I'm not going to change it because in MY mind...this is despair...and despair makes us say funny things ab()()t our parents, sins of superbia and such...oops. M'kay...so with errors fixed and my apologies to all...try and Enjoy...
I have NEVER had that sort of sense...I love him. Fuck the world. Fuck Ada. Fuck Naneth. Fuck them. I. Love. Him. Of course it's not that easy but I wish it were.
His beautiful angular face, warm full lips, mirror image to my own. He was smaller then me by only the smallest fraction noticeable alone to us...and possibly Ada.
His grey eyes were darker then mine, and I could turn them from iridescent shining stars, to darkened snow clouds with a single look, something he says he wishes he could to do me.
But he makes me blush...something I can't do to him, so we're even.
His hands are identical to mine, though his are stained with ink and mine are calloused from my work as a knight. He fights and rangers as I do...but not nearly so often anymore.
The worry is pressing down on us, one of us has to prepare for the title and I am so happy and so proud of him and so relieved with my sadness that he would willingly step up so that I wouldn't have to. He knows I don't want to.
He knows my dreams.
My dreams to take him far away and live in a tiny house just us, we would live off of each other alone. I could partake of his lips and he would breathe fresh air into my lungs. He could look at me and I would bathe in the sunlight of his eyes. I could kiss and lick his whole body and be full of the nutrients of life. All I would ever need is him.
But he denies me. Because he knows that we can't. He knows that that would be death and banishment, tragedy and pain.
So he steps up and takes care of things. He will be the heir that Ada needs, he will wear the crown and with it a mask. He has the sense to tell me NOT to say those things to Ada, or Naneth or anyone else in the world. He loves me too.
And in that love he takes care of me. He wears the mask and the crown so that we can always be together.