It's Clovis' official birthday (or at least, that's what several fansites continue to tell me), and me being me, I thought he deserved a birthday fic.
I might as well admit that this started out pretty random, with me sitting in front of the computer two days ago and arriving at the conclusion that since there's a good chance the date won't get all that much attention, I feel honour-bound as an obsessive fangirl to write something.
Not that I didn't want to. However, I didn't have any concrete idea in mind yet, and so this turned into an odd kind of self-challenge in the middle of the night. While I don't think it's horrible, I didn't have the time to decide how satisfied or dissatisfied I am with it, and will just post it now, since the 14th is as good as over again already in the country I live in.
Still, I hope you enjoy it!
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1. Light:
For as long as he could remember, he had always sought the light.
In chess, he would always pick white. At festivities, he would always be found in-midst a swarm of noble women, the sole centre of attention. When painting, he would always choose the warmest, brightest colours.
Yes, Clovis la Britannia had always sought the light.
It was ironic, then, that the flame he craved above all else was no flame at all, and that he should be swallowed by its darkness.
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2. Porcelain:
Clovis couldn't remember much about the day he had learned that his siblings would not return.
But he still remembered the porcelain figurine his mother had gifted him with the week before and that, when he had seen the pleased smile on her face before she quickly hid it behind the coloured fan, he had let it shatter to the ground.
He had then smiled at her apologetically, picked up the pieces and went to his chambers, where he had shattered something else.
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3. Favouritism:
With very few exceptions, Clovis loved all of his siblings.
He also loved Nunnally, truly and dearly.
But when the war between Britannia and Japan claimed the lives of Marianne vi Britannia's children, and there was no doubt any more that he would never see them again, it was not until several days had passed that the grief he felt genuinely encompassed both of them.
He knew that if Lelouch had known, he would have resented him for it.
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4. Shadow:
For all that Clovis craved the light, there was a part of him that always remained in the shadows.
It was the part that hurt when Schneizel spoke Lelouch's name, that wished Cornelia would think him a little less naive, that would truly have liked Euphie to accompany him to Area 11. It was the part he had deemed foolish, and sought to extinguish by looking towards the future rather than dwelling on the past.
It was the part that made him turn his head after all, and dragged him down into the abyss.
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5. Human:
Most people think that to instigate a massacre, to order the deaths of thousands of innocent people without a second thought, you have to be less than human somehow, a monster.
Clovis la Britannia knew that this was not true.
To cause a bloodbath and not care, to kill countless of innocents, children and elderly alike, men as well as women, you have to be just that.
Human.
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6. Heart
When the intruder pointed the gun at him, he had nothing for him to spare but a bored look and condescending words.
It was only when he looked into the cold, unfeeling eyes of his little brother that Clovis felt fear grip his heart, and panic wash away joy.
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7. Time:
If Clovis could have turned back time and done things all over again, he would have made sure to be the older brother Lelouch deserved.