Nuit Blanche (Sleepless Night)
By spheeris1
Warnings/Notes: Multiple POV's (yet same as the first), poetic rambling…blah blah, same as the first part
Inspired by momentum
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Part Two
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'Rose angel and the rose bride,
Together they do ride
Up and up so high to
That distant castle in the sky….'
That came in loud and clear.
And I could see myself nod in agreement to the little rhyme.
Uh huh, that is what we'll do.
Castles in the sky.
And we ride and ride.
But what is this rose angel?
'You of course..'
Good, she answered me.
'Because you are making them in my garden.'
And I laugh, feeling the softness of petals on my skin.
Open and shut.
Rose angel.
I laugh again.
The sun is now hot. Too hot.
And I feel something moving over me.
Like a cloud. A shadow.
But I laugh anyway.
Not worried.
Not caring.
As she pulls buttons and tugs at my uniform.
As she licks her tongue over my stomach.
As she lays against me, so cool….
….so heartbreakingly cold.
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Stop saying it.
Stop it, stop it, stop it!
I no longer know whose voice speaks to me
In this forest of painful memories.
I look around me, seeing hilts buried
Into the trees.
And I remember a story about swords
And stones.
Of the weak, the young, the unassuming.
How they are the only ones who can
Claim prince hood.
But there are so many of them!
'…j`y suis, j`y reste….'
So many swords and I must take them all unto me.
'…j`y suis, j`y reste….'
Bore into me, carve into me, live within me.
Hands twist my hair and
Hands pull my arms back and
Hands caress my face and
Hands steady my head.
And I am going to die.
Die for the past, die for the future.
Die for the roses, die for the blades.
And still I can hear a voice.
It is her, I know that now for certain.
But the words are not the same.
'…en ami, come to me…'
And I strain to hear her as blood rushes down my chest.
'….I will come to you…coute que coute…..'
But I do not believe it and I respond so,
Falling to the ground.
I whisper….
'….j`y suis, j`y reste…..'
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I think I like him.
Maybe not a lot,
But enough.
Enough to allow him into
This rare moment of rest,
To walk with me.
A part of me wonders if
I am really sleeping or is
This real?
He and I, walking across the
School grounds, talking
Of unimportant things.
Like we always do.
He smiles, like sunshine.
And I smirk like the hazy
Afternoon.
Then he stops me, grabbing my wrist with a gentle hand.
'She's got it.' He says.
'Got what?' I answer.
Though I know. How could I not…
But what exactly does she have?
The locket?
My heart?
My existence?
Then I hear her whisper in my ear, white hot
Breath against my skin.
'…love you, femme savante….'
That's not me…did I say that out loud?
Miki laughs at me.
But I cannot laugh with him.
Instead I feel cool fingers gripping my insides.
She knows and she hates.
And I can do nothing….nothing at all.
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It's a lake.
Well…sort of. More like a pond.
I suppose it doesn't matter really.
Lake, pond…it isn't real anyway.
And I see the castle in the distance.
Looming as it
Always does.
I wonder where that damned car is tonight.
And he laughs beside me, saying it
Needed a rest from all our nighttime
Traveling.
As if driving was my idea in
The first place.
I never wanted to leave.
And he kisses my cheek.
And I scowl at him though it
Feels nice to be touched in that manner.
Slowly, I lay back onto the ground and
Watch the darkening sky.
Where is she now?
And why could I not keep her?
Always the same questions with you,
He says to me.
And never the right answers,
He laughs.
Then I can taste the bitterness in my mouth.
The undeniable taste of failure.
'But you do not know that flavor.' I say aloud.
And Touga just laughs.
He is always laughing, just like
All the others.
Humor at my expense.
And I force myself to wake from this
Constant dreaming, but
Only find worse things in
The light.
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END of Part Two