another go. there aren't that many readers for this fandom eh?
Fandom: Cantarella
Title: Side-effects
Theme: 2. The subconscious, Bury
Rating: G
Disclaimer: You…Higuri owns this.
Cesare shivered despite the warmth of the midsummer's night, the warmth of the covers, and the heat from Chiaro's body. He buried his head in the blond's chest, feeling his nose brush against the smooth flesh underneath the loose nightshirt Chiaro wore. A grimace built up in his throat, threatening to come out a whimper of pain. Cesare quickly swallowed it down; he had that damned vow to uphold after all. Chiaro rubbed his hands in comforting circles across the suffering man's back, hesitating as he felt the bones and muscles ripple unnaturally under the skin.
The slight discontinuation of the relaxing motion increased Cesare's determination to force the demon away from any part of him Chiaro was touching, not a hard feat but as the malformed wings stopped threatening to break through the skin on his back, claws started to rip through the parts of Chiaro's shirt his fists grasped. Cesare had to get this under control, if Chiaro was repelled from the transformation and vanished entirely, where would he be then? From the back of his mind, something sinister started answering, but Cesare put a tight clamp on that poisonous voice before it could seep into his mind, or worse, out his mouth.
Normalcy was an act he valiantly tried to pretend he was avoiding. But if someone up there was listening, Cesare vowed he would suffer rebirth to be without this demon, this parasite that made him reliant on Chiaro. Although Chiaro himself wasn't a negitive element in his life, in fact, Chiaro was one of two good things to come from this curse he father bestowed upon him before birth and Cesare would fight against the fiend trapped in his skin to keep Chiaro.
He would fight to bury the black, all consuming void deeper and deeper into his soul until it couldn't escape again; until his blood ran clean, it's only taste the disgusting blend of copper and red instead of the tantalizing sweet of poison. He would do anything to keep Chiaro by his side, anything for the one person who could wash away his sins. So Cesare fought, poured everything he could spare into forcing the demon back until he only heard the vaguest whispers from the deepest caves of his mind, fighting to lock the mental gates between it and the outside world, pouring everything he could into barring the corners of his subconscious, unfortunately locking up his heart in the process, but if it would keep Chiaro safe and by his side…
(a line)(a line)(a line)(a line)(a line)(a line)(a line)(a line)(a line)
Cesare woke the next morning, the nighttime sweat still sticking his hair to his face. Dimly he noted something missing, the quiet in his head and in the room pressing against his senses. But his mind was already too busy planning for the next leg of his campaign for the bloody rebirth of the world. He sat up and got out of bed slowly, his muscles protesting vainly out of a source-less soreness. He planted his hand to hoist himself out but paused when he felt the fresh warmness and smelt something that smelt lightly of leather polish and thyme. He quickly dismissed it though and left the once tempting cocoon of covers to start another day.
Outside the window, in the huge tree, Chiaro sat, a twist of a smile playing across his mouth as he watched his master prepare for a new day. He knew the basics of what Cesare went through those nights he unconsciously cried in pain and agony yet he still cherished those nights as bright points in his life. They were the few times that Cesare allowed any emotion to pass through his rigid mask, and the few times he allowed Chiaro to comfort him before burying his essence deep inside with the demon.