Series: Bloody Roar III
Written by: Irvine Kinneas the Coyote
Plot: (Pre-Crawton Wedding fic) Brad watches Trowa sleep, analyzing Trowa's coldness toward him.
POV: Brad (addressing Trowa)
You're so beautiful when you sleep, do you know that? You look at peace, so serene. You don't snore out loud, and you look so beautiful when the moonlight hits your skin. I envy your beauty, my Trowa. I envy the way you are also strong... My life was one big lie. I let it break my will and spirit. I let my grudges break me down. You, on the other hand, you learned to control your anger toward your family. But also something inside me tells me you're willing to let yourself get beaten by your own father and brother. The wounds on your perfect frame tell me this. They don't look like zoanthrope battle scars, they look too clean, too angry. I feel anger when I touch one. You let your family walk all over you, you let them hurt you, you let them shout obscenities at you, you let them work you. Yet you take them with a grain of salt and move on with your business. I know being Spanish Royalty, you are more aligned to the throne of a rich European nation than I am. But your fairy tale life is also a lie. I see it in your eyes when it's mentioned. They water with anger and pain. You let the Order walk all over you. You're their bitch, their toy, their prostitute. They like to rape your innocence by staining your hands with the blood of their foes. People who would normally wouldn't give you any hell personally, you kill because THEY want them dead. They like to rape your spririt until you scream. They wither down your façade until you bleed. I see it in your face when you are on these whacked out assignments. Your face is exhausted and tired. You walk around like no one else feels your pain. You feel you are alone in the world, that no one wants to be with someone who takes human lives with a ruby vorpal katana. You wander around this Earth, hoping to die, hoping to vanish forever. You think no one will miss you, you think no one cares. My beautiful Trowa, your sadness is a lot more overwhelming than your cold façade suggests. You've been someone's bitch all your life. I want to free you from that life. I want you to be free of this fate. When I hold you, I feel a sudden change. You do want me to hold you. You do want me to kiss you and to comfort you. You do want me to be by your side. Your soul is actually crying even though on the outside, you look like a block of ice with emerald eyes. When those eyes sparkle with tears, is when I know you're submitting to your sorrow. You cry when you think no one's looking. You don't know how much this tears me up. You claim you are all alone in the world... but let me be the first to say...
Trowa, my darling... you are not alone...