Title: Vigils
Author: Killraven
Word Count: 392
Rating: R
Warnings: Het, Lime, Incest, Angst
Notes: See what Relena makes bleed from my brain after four hours of sleep.
"This is never going to work," she says with the finality of a slamming door. Silence folds in on itself and shatters around them like a broken snowglobe. The sheets are bathed in flecks of white and a single drop of red; incriminating evidence of a deed just done, a sin just committed, a sickness they both share.
"I know," he replies in an exhausted rasp; open, vulnerable, unwilling to face reality. He hadn't meant for it to happen this way, he the Heir-Apparent. Denial is thick on his tongue now as he wages war with himself. A shift of muscle and he presses himself closer, drawing her more fully into his arms. Slim fingers willingly answer the call, slipping between platinum hair as she wraps herself around him like he hadn't just spilled her innocence all over the bed. They stay like that for some time; entwined, whispering old secrets between the shiver of knowledge and desperate kisses.
Time is not on their side now, but faces them as a strange enemy with six heads and eighteen arms, counting them down hour by hour to the inevitable end. With the sun comes their father's realization, a just king, proud of his country and the good character of his people.
There will be a scandal.
The fate that will befall them is drawn-out like a child's sidewalk scribblings. For her, the convent looms high over her head. He shivers at the thought of her life there, suffering the stares and words of haughty nuns who have known no other love than manipulation. The physical beating that awaits him seems paltry by comparison.
As if sensing his thoughts, she breaks the silence once again. "I love you, brother," she drops with all the naïveté of a fifteen year-old girl-child.
He feels his stomach twist and clench in disgust, knowing all to well how deeply those feelings are mirrored. He can't help but despair at what his hands have done to her, even as they reach to soothe her; to cup her breasts again. In his mind, he doesn't distinguish the fact that she was just as willing, just as weak to this disease they share. Rather, all he can hear is the insane ticking of the clock. He holds her tighter in response; gentler, protective like a brother should.
They have three hours.