Xirysa Says: Second person. Gotta love it. Not much to say on this, though. Just something short and sweet. Enjoy!
Carry Me Home
Our society won't allow it. The people wouldn't allow it. Hell, even my own father wouldn't allow it.
But I don't give a damn about what they would or wouldn't allow.
This time, it's about me. This time, it's about us.
Don't look at me like that, André. Please. Please, just let me finish.
Say it ain't so.
For once, I want to do something for me. Gone are the days where I followed any and all orders that were given to me, whether they came from the king, or Lady Antoinette, or Father. I want to make my own decisions for once, André.
I…
I want…
Tonight, just for one night, I want to be with you… To join you as the wife of André Grandier…
I want to give all of myself to you, André. I want to love you, and I want to be loved in return. This world… This world we live in does not know the true meaning of love. Most people go through life not knowing what "love" truly is.
But I'm not like most people. You know that. I am a woman that was raised as a man in order to follow her father's footsteps. And unlike most people, I am fortunate—no, I am blessed—to have found someone so close to me, who loves me so much, and to be able to love that person in return.
I will not go.
I don't care, André, that you have nothing to give me, so don't talk like that! It is not brute force that makes a man. It is kindness and passion that creates masculinity, and you… You overflow with kindness, and you are the most passionate man I know.
I love you. I love you, André.
I love you!
Ah… But I'm scared…
I don't want to make you wait, André. Really, I don't. But please, you must understand…
No! No going back now—not ever. I've made my decision, André.
To become your wife… Oh! How I love you!
Turn the lights off.
So please. Carry me home, like you did so many years—or eons?—ago, from the tavern.
Carry me, not to a house of stone and wood and mortar, but to a home of passion and love that was built over thirty years ago.
Please, André. Please, my love.
You know I never go back on a decision.
Carry me home.
Xirysa Says: Um… I sort of fail at writing Oscar. Especially in second person (which, I must admit, I now have a strange addiction to). The lyrics used in this (the italicized sentences) are from Blink 182's All the Small Things. Really, I do love that song (though I haven't listened to it in forever…) Feedback is appreciated!