A pigeon just flew into my window! I think it's okay, I can't see pigeon corpse anywhere.
Anyway, another one-shot? Bad me! *Slaps self* It was written in less than half an hour. Oh yeah. That's bloody quick for me.
This little one-shot/drabbley thing is based on the poem 'My Last Duchess' by Robert Browning. And, horror's of horror's, it a StellaXNoctis, but I have reasons for it:
1) Lightning SO wouldn't have worked for this.
2) It's not exactly conventional, is it?
Disclaimer: Me no own Final Fantasy Versus XIII or Robert Browning.
There is my last Princess on the wall.
It is a beautiful portrait.
She looks as if she were still alive, about to step off the wall. Frà Pandolf spent many an hour with his hands, working on the painting, and now there she is. Isn't it marvellous?
The curtain? Oh yes, I put that there. I drew it for you, so you may have the chance to look at her. Magnificent, isn't it?
She does look like a kind, warm person. Perchance too warm.
Frà Pandolf may comment on her dress, her necklace, how she held herself or her hair. "Paint must never hope to reproduce the faint half-flush along her throat." She thought it courteous, enough to bring a smile to her face.
She was – how shall I say - too easily charmed by others. Too happy, so easily impressed, everything was beautiful in her eyes. She looked at everything. At all but one!
The sunsets over the buildings, the cherries some foolish stable boy brought for her one day, the white mule she loved to ride around on – All of these things earned her praise, her smiles, her blushes.
She thanked men – Which was good of course, for she was a princess, the princess of the stars – But she thanked them as if she appreciated their tokens the same as my gift, the gift of a nine-hundred year old name, the name of Caelum!
If only I had been more fluent, more able to make it clear to her – "Just this or that in you makes me uncomfortable, here or there you have gone too far." And if she listened to you, obeyed and made excuse – Even then there would be some stooping, some bowing to her will.
She smiled when I passed her, but that same luminous smile was given to all who passed her, and it kept going. I gave the order; then all smiles stopped.
There she stands, as if alive. Now she smiles only for me, for my hand on the curtain.
We must hasten downstairs, to the council, for the marriage proposal. We shall go down together, but please notice the painting of the Goddess Etro, which Claus of Innsbruck gave to me.
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Yeah, it made no sense but oh well. But hey, unhinged Noctis is pretty damn fun to write! Might do more on that...
Review and peace out dudes and dudettes!
Love to you all!