AN: And, the word of the day is epiphany. Damn, that's a good word.
And...due to popular request, the new, the improved Chock Full o' Incest ©
2001!
The cell was warm, as it was situated in the bowels of the palace, right over the furnace. The air in the dungeons hadn't circulated out of here for centuries, making it stale, thick, and difficult to breath. Riff and I had been put together, an irony considering our charge. Somehow, the guards had seen us, had been watching us more carefully than we would have imagined. They had seen us together, peeked in on us at night, as we lay awake, together, in the dark. Authorities had been notified, and we were taken away, taken here.
I had wondered at first what the queens intent was for imprisoning us, but Riff had explained. It wasn't the incest she cared about, she just needed to see us put away. She wanted to see us suffer. She knew we had murdered her son, and she would make us pay. Riff said this, making me shudder. So far they had simply kept us locked away, but what could they do to us? What would they do?
Riff enjoyed taking advantage of our captivity, but it made me nervous. Though I knew the queen hadn't put us in here for our incestuous acts, incest in itself was still a crime, and it could only add to our punishments. Riff, however, was never one to heed my warnings, and after much coaxing, I would surrender. I would grow even warmer then the room had already made me, even as Riff disrobed me, and I would repetitively shudder as my brother's relatively cool hands brushed against my skin.
I feared Riff-Raff. Though I had never admitted this to myself before, it had been true for years, perhaps even before we arrived on Urth. Maybe my whole life I had been aware of this, conscious of what bestiality he was capable of, which of the more bitter emotions he portrayed. Did I love him, or fear him? It had to be one or the other.
Days passed, and no one came for us. We saw no one other than each other and the occasional guard who would bring food. Riff grew sulky, and irritable. He began to look for blame. Of course, it was placed on me. And along with the blame came cruelty. He would press me against the wall, banging my head against the tone for hours, repeating, over and over, "why do you torture me so, love?" I closed my eyes and waited.
The cell was warm, as it was situated in the bowels of the palace, right over the furnace. The air in the dungeons hadn't circulated out of here for centuries, making it stale, thick, and difficult to breath. Riff and I had been put together, an irony considering our charge. Somehow, the guards had seen us, had been watching us more carefully than we would have imagined. They had seen us together, peeked in on us at night, as we lay awake, together, in the dark. Authorities had been notified, and we were taken away, taken here.
I had wondered at first what the queens intent was for imprisoning us, but Riff had explained. It wasn't the incest she cared about, she just needed to see us put away. She wanted to see us suffer. She knew we had murdered her son, and she would make us pay. Riff said this, making me shudder. So far they had simply kept us locked away, but what could they do to us? What would they do?
Riff enjoyed taking advantage of our captivity, but it made me nervous. Though I knew the queen hadn't put us in here for our incestuous acts, incest in itself was still a crime, and it could only add to our punishments. Riff, however, was never one to heed my warnings, and after much coaxing, I would surrender. I would grow even warmer then the room had already made me, even as Riff disrobed me, and I would repetitively shudder as my brother's relatively cool hands brushed against my skin.
I feared Riff-Raff. Though I had never admitted this to myself before, it had been true for years, perhaps even before we arrived on Urth. Maybe my whole life I had been aware of this, conscious of what bestiality he was capable of, which of the more bitter emotions he portrayed. Did I love him, or fear him? It had to be one or the other.
Days passed, and no one came for us. We saw no one other than each other and the occasional guard who would bring food. Riff grew sulky, and irritable. He began to look for blame. Of course, it was placed on me. And along with the blame came cruelty. He would press me against the wall, banging my head against the tone for hours, repeating, over and over, "why do you torture me so, love?" I closed my eyes and waited.