dedication: to Michelle; and to all you rare breed of Sting&Yukino shippers—i know you're out there!
prompt: cavalier
notes: join me in my march of angst. we'll party it up like no one's business.
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and all the king's men
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She's like a china doll.
—so smooth and delicate, with porcelain skin and a face unchanging. She never speaks up, never feels anything. And maybe it's because she's so perfect and pretty that Sting secretly wants her to break, to crack, to shatter like glass.
Because she's nothing.
Yukino Aguria is nothing before him. Yet she goes around, with her chin held high and her eyes cast down—so cavalier, high and mighty like the fucking queen of this century. And maybe it's because she's so proud of nothing that Sting wants her to fracture into a million little pieces, just to see what she would do. What she can do.
Because she's weak.
He tells her she's weak and ignores Rogue's disapproving glances, thinking not of how she feels. Why should he care? She's just a pretty, little doll who can't do anything but watch as the world passes by, with glassyglassy eyes. And maybe it's because she's so fiercely determined for someone so helpless that Sting wants to see her crushed and trampled under foot.
Because she's hopeless.
And in that hopeless battle, when she loses and she falls, and she finally breaks, he finds that this is not what he wants to see after all. And maybe it's because she's so fragile and frail, lying in fragments on the ground, that Sting wants desperately to pick up the pieces and make her pretty like always.
(So he can be the one to break her.)
But once broken, a china doll can't be put together again.
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notes: don't forget to be awesome.