So I was listening to Black Roses by The Matadors and thought "well well well, wouldn't this make a lovely one-shot fic?" So here it issss. The title is actually a song by The Dresden Dolls that also has some funny POTO parallels.
Her love was like a Dagwood dipped in poison, in my love-created evil there is no cure, and sometimes I find that in the middle of the night I get the urge to go creeping around her door.
I know I shouldn't be here, I know I should just let her go. She loves that repulsive man… but I need her.
So here I stand in the shadows at night, outside their grand castle of a home. The light inside is warm and inviting to everyone else but me.
I have a bouquet of the darkest red roses in my hand. So dark they're nearly black. In my other hand, I hold a letter.
I see her suddenly, in the drawing room window. She's singing: A melody I taught her.
"Look for my eyes in the shadows tonight, listen for screams in the dark. My will could not fight and there's nothing to hide for tonight I come to leave my mark." I sing this gently, and I can swear she hears me: A voice in her mind, a trance she has yet to escape, even though she married that creature Raoul three months ago.
Satisfied that she's heard me; tipped off by her wide eyes and suddenly alert, straight posture, I continue around to the front of her house.
She's alone tonight.
Raoul has been away for business the past week.
I can see in her face she misses him terribly… wretch.
I tuck my note into the bouquet tied with black ribbon.
After the gift I'm about to give her, there will be no way she can deny me.
I step up onto the porch, bathed in warm light. To any passers by, my white mask in stark contrast to my dark cloak are all that can be seen of me. But no one is out to see: It's very cold at night this time of year.
I smile upon my beautiful bouquet of love one last time before I reach into my pocket and place my gift gently on the velvet soft petals, in a place where it will not be missed.
I primp the roses, making sure not a leaf is out of order, and then gently lay them on the snow covered porch.
"I'd like to say I regret all my cruelty, I'd like to say I regret all my past, but the truth is, Angel, I'd be lying, and I'm living every day like it's my last…" parting words to my gift before I ring the bell and deftly vanish into the shadows once more.
Moments later, in my hiding spot around the corner of the groundskeeper's shed, I hear a shrill scream shatter the brittle winter air.
She'll come to me soon now… she can't resist.
A satisfied smile comes to my marred face, and I turn and walk into the solitude of the empty Paris streets, proud of my gift, and what I've done tonight…
I sent my love a bouquet of black roses, and inside I sent her husbands left eye… and inside the letter that I wrote her, said "I thought the boy should see you one last time."