A/N A step up from the James Bond X-over, but not that great. Inspired by
the audio commentary, and how Ritz and Pat mention how Magenta seems
indifferent to Riff.
I looked at him, sleeping peacefully beside me. The only time when he really looked peaceful. As I gently entangled one of my hands in his blond hair, I cuddled closer to him. he wrapped an arm around me without ever waking up.
He always got what he wanted from me. I spoiled him terribly. But I couldn't help it. He was my brother, my protector. And he loved how I spoiled him. Down inside, all he was was a spoiled child. Not unlike Frank in that regard. It seemed as if when he was forced to grow up so quickly, the child he never was came out in times like these.
It was times like this when he was just like a little child. Times when we were alone. It was times like these when the roles were reversed. I was the protector, he was the protected. I gave him everything he asked me for, and nothing I could give him was too good.
And yet, I always was indifferent to him. I knew how much he loved me, in more than a brotherly way, but I always was indifferent. It was just another thing he did, another one of his quirks. It was almost as if being with him was a way to pay of the debt I feel I owe him.
I love him, but I'm scarcely ever as into things as he is. I suppose it's because of how things started between us. It was more of a way to experiment than it was something out of love. Only he fell deeply in love, I didn't. I love him slightly more than most love their brothers, and that's it.
I am almost an obsession for him. He has a very short temper in things dealing with me, and if anyone even makes a coy glance in my direction he is right there to claim me, to make sure that I am his, and his alone. And if anyone even dare to threaten me, he is right there, to make sure that I don't get hurt. He may not look it, but he could easily beat someone to death.
He can handle my relationship with Columbia, albeit, just barely, but it's better than he handles any men that try to make a move on me. I don't mind it that much, but it always seemed slightly unfair, that I wouldn't mind it if he went and screwed every single person he found for three weeks straight, but he gets hot tempered if someone flirts with me.
But he never would beat me for it. I could pretty much strip for a man, and Riff would strangle him for looking at me. I never take the blame. I could push things farther with some of the men that Frank has brought to the castle, but I've never really wanted to see how much I could get away with, under my brothers watchful eye.
He is so much like a child, so fragile, so volatile. And yet, he is a mature man, he can take care of himself so well. But he needs me to watch out for him. He needs me to anchor him down. Keep him grounded in reality, keep him sane. And in order to do that, I have to distance myself from him.
I have to make sure that I am indifferent to all the things he tries. It's something subconscious, stopping me from being pulled down with him. And I've come close to being dragged down, come close to winding up just as insane as he is. But always, always, it was my distance that saved me.
He stirred quietly next to me, and woke slightly. He smiled at me, and pulled me even closer. His touch was so light, so gentle, so loving. He always was calm and loving around me. But only around me. He's as unpredictable as the child he never was, always. And it always is my distance that keeps him as sane as many wise men.
I looked at him, sleeping peacefully beside me. The only time when he really looked peaceful. As I gently entangled one of my hands in his blond hair, I cuddled closer to him. he wrapped an arm around me without ever waking up.
He always got what he wanted from me. I spoiled him terribly. But I couldn't help it. He was my brother, my protector. And he loved how I spoiled him. Down inside, all he was was a spoiled child. Not unlike Frank in that regard. It seemed as if when he was forced to grow up so quickly, the child he never was came out in times like these.
It was times like this when he was just like a little child. Times when we were alone. It was times like these when the roles were reversed. I was the protector, he was the protected. I gave him everything he asked me for, and nothing I could give him was too good.
And yet, I always was indifferent to him. I knew how much he loved me, in more than a brotherly way, but I always was indifferent. It was just another thing he did, another one of his quirks. It was almost as if being with him was a way to pay of the debt I feel I owe him.
I love him, but I'm scarcely ever as into things as he is. I suppose it's because of how things started between us. It was more of a way to experiment than it was something out of love. Only he fell deeply in love, I didn't. I love him slightly more than most love their brothers, and that's it.
I am almost an obsession for him. He has a very short temper in things dealing with me, and if anyone even makes a coy glance in my direction he is right there to claim me, to make sure that I am his, and his alone. And if anyone even dare to threaten me, he is right there, to make sure that I don't get hurt. He may not look it, but he could easily beat someone to death.
He can handle my relationship with Columbia, albeit, just barely, but it's better than he handles any men that try to make a move on me. I don't mind it that much, but it always seemed slightly unfair, that I wouldn't mind it if he went and screwed every single person he found for three weeks straight, but he gets hot tempered if someone flirts with me.
But he never would beat me for it. I could pretty much strip for a man, and Riff would strangle him for looking at me. I never take the blame. I could push things farther with some of the men that Frank has brought to the castle, but I've never really wanted to see how much I could get away with, under my brothers watchful eye.
He is so much like a child, so fragile, so volatile. And yet, he is a mature man, he can take care of himself so well. But he needs me to watch out for him. He needs me to anchor him down. Keep him grounded in reality, keep him sane. And in order to do that, I have to distance myself from him.
I have to make sure that I am indifferent to all the things he tries. It's something subconscious, stopping me from being pulled down with him. And I've come close to being dragged down, come close to winding up just as insane as he is. But always, always, it was my distance that saved me.
He stirred quietly next to me, and woke slightly. He smiled at me, and pulled me even closer. His touch was so light, so gentle, so loving. He always was calm and loving around me. But only around me. He's as unpredictable as the child he never was, always. And it always is my distance that keeps him as sane as many wise men.