Fade to Black
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Kink: FE7: Lucius and Priscilla. Don't really care what order you put them. I just want to see a seriously fucked up relationship (that somehow works for them) between them.
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She slips away from her chambers in the quiet of the night, keeping to the walls where the shadows are the darkest, pulling her robe tighter about her to avoid detection. Her feet move quickly along the familiar path through the corridor, and soon she finds herself in front of a door, plain and devoid any ornate design. She smirks, just as she does every time she finds herself here; he never was one for frippery and extravagance, she thinks as she tries to turn the simple iron handle. As usual, it is locked.
This does not deter her; from the voluminous folds of her robe she pulls a tiny key, its handle worn shiny and smooth from repeated handlings. She places it in the keyhole, and a faint click a few moments later tells her that she has succeeded in unlocking the door. She lets herself in quietly, then quickly closes the door behind her, taking care to make sure it is locked once more before proceeding.
As usual, he waits for her on the bed, his long hair pulled away from his face by a simple leather band. "You are late tonight," he says idly, and like always the deep, masculine sound of his voice catches her off-guard.
"I was detained," she replies nonchalantly, sitting beside him on the hard mattress.
A smile plays about his lips. "I take it that I am not your only lover this evening, then?"
She reaches for the band of leather holding his hair in place and removes it, allowing the golden strands to fall about his face freely. Her fingers marvel at their brightness, their softness. "And how should that matter to you?" she murmurs. "Besides, I would hardly call it pleasurable—it was more of a duty, really."
"To yourself, or to your lord husband? He is an old man, frail in mind and frail in body. Using his young and beautiful wife to keep himself in the good favor of the church and the military, selling her out like some common whore—whose idea was it, really?" His own hand reached out, fingers tangling idly in her own hair, the same blood-red that seemed so prevalent in her family; the obviously contemptuous note in his voice is not lost upon her, but something else is present as well. Pity, perhaps.
Her fingers travel from his hair to his shoulders, ghosting over the thin fabric of his robe to the point where it parted in the middle, baring the pale skin of his chest. She leans toward him and places a kiss there, and through her lips she can feel the steady beating of his heart. Her lips travel upward, from the hollow of his throat and past the vein where his life-blood flowed thickest, along the delicate curve of his jaw until her mouth is level with his. "And yet you do not complain."
He says nothing else, only watches her with a strange expression she cannot read. She places her hand over his heart, and when she finally presses her lips to his she notes that it plays the same steady beat as before.
Somehow, she feels that this disappoints her more than it should.
Xirysa Says: Decided that I'd put up the fills from the kink meme at the LJ Fire Emblem anon meme that I was particularly proud of up separately. So.