Orpheus's grief was overwhelming.
He could not endure it. The thought of life without Eurydice was foreign to him… an alien concept… an alien concept, which he did not wish to become familiar with.
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Iron Tears
I Mine I
(I will move their hearts with my melody)
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She loved his fingers.
Grace and beauty were the words she associated with his touch though one may be inclined to disagree.
People, however, do see differently.
And see differently she did.
Her eyelids had long fluttered shut when he started humming.
She loved it when he sang.
But who did not love his gift?
There was no limit to his control when he sung. Everything animate and inanimate would trail after him longing for the crystal notes he produced.
Any instrument would bend to his will be it ivory, ebony, wooden, metal, or string.
Unconsciously she leaned into his touch.
And unconsciously he stiffened.
These tiny, insignificant facts did not escape her however.
Larger, more important facts were also not safe from her.
Like, for example, the fact that he hated her.
But it did not hurt or offend her in any way. She knew full well he had him on a string… literally and metaphorically.
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"Yue-chan, Kero-chan, you may depart."
With a low bow and the rustle of folding wings the Princess' guardians left.
Hollow emerald met equally empty amber.
"Li-kun." His named rolled off her tongue. Just like it always did.
A rose-hued muslin cloth draped over beaded throw pillows and velvet stuffed animals occupied a dais.
But he never noticed any of these things.
Amidst all of that she sat there adorned in black silk.
He only saw her.
"Li-kun would you like to comb my hair?"
He knew it was not a question no matter how much it sounded like a polite inquiry.
He took a step.
And another.
Towards her… always towards her, it seemed.
No matter what he did it always brought him closer to her. And he did not like it in any way.
He finally reached her side, and kneeled down. His hands sought out for the now-familiar fine-toothed ebony comb.
As usual it was nestled between an ice pink poodle, and a lime-green stuffed frog with its cherry red tongue peaking.
Routine.
His pale fingers were a stark contrast against the dark chocolate curls with almost unnoticeable undertones of lighter brown bordering on auburn.
That was all to it… a boring routine, mediocre at its best.
He would watch, secretly transfixed, how easily his fingers combed through her hair.
But it was all he had.
"Sing me a song… Li-kun…" his name was merely an afterthought.
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He was hers to control.
And she did not hide the fact that she liked things the way they were.
She leaned closer unto him, resting her cheek against the rough fabric of his shirt. But it did not bother her in the lease.
As long as he continued to comb her hair…
As long as he continued to sing for her…
She let out an inaudible sigh.
An inaudible, contented sigh, it was.
Her hands, which were clutched by her lap, slowly made their way upwards.
Her left hand rested by his side. Her right index finger however continued ascending.
It continued it's way upward. Finally settling on a simple, silk black ribbon fastened by his nape.
She fingered it relishing the fabric.
As long as he wore this around his neck…
With such close proximity she heard the sharp intake of breath and the stiffening of his muscles.
She could not help the slight incline of the corner of her lips.
As long as…
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It was happening more and more often… the time they spent together was…
Yue let the music wash over him. It was a fairly simple song, soft and gentle as a lullaby.
He stood outside the door mindful of the approaching footsteps that resonated against the marble flooring.
Silence again.
And:
"Do you think it is wise?"
Gracefully arching a slender eyebrow, he removed his gaze from his mistress and her… pet.
The time they spent together—or more adequately put: the time she wanted to spend with him—was occurring at a rather alarming frequency.
"Think of what as wise?" He chose to pretend.
"Why her attachment of course. To that mortal."
The softness in Ruby Moon's voice made the blue-eyed guardian slightly suspicious.
"Attachment? I would hardly call it that."
Attachment? He believed his Princess to be above such base animalistic needs.
"But… what would you know about attachment?" It was barely inaudible.
Turning away he decided to look for Keroberus.
When he had turned around a corner, a good distance away from his mistress' quarters, he stopped abruptly.
That was a rather good question.
Tsuzuku.