Disclaimer: I don't own Chrono Crusade, but in some parallel universe. . . I probably still don't.
Author's Note: See chapter one.
(Warnings: A bit of Rosette OOCness, here. Or, at least, Rosette finally snapping. I can sort of see her doing this, actually. . . (;)
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SEVEN
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Sin Five: Avaritia
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Sometimes she liked to watch him. Simply. . . watch him. Nothing more.
Usually while he slept, so he wouldn't feel her probing stares. Feel the want behind her gaze as her blue pools traveled down his childish form; from his glossy locks to his delicate ears, his pale throat to his smooth chest. . .
The locks and ears and throat and chest that had all been touched up by Magdalene. . . by Satella. . . by her fellow sisters. . .
Fists clenched.
Something was growing within her. And she wasn't quite sure what.
Biting her tongue as she shifted on her side, Rosette tried to find a more comfortable position on the park bench; staring forever at the boy snoozing lightly beside her. The early summer sun beat down upon them- warm and cheerful. Children giggled and screamed in the background, playing silly games on the overgrown sod.
But her attention was a gift given to Chrono and Chrono alone.
Yes, sometimes she liked to watch him. Simply. . . watch him. Nothing more.
Other times, it wasn't enough.
Other times, she felt that she needed to re-stake her territory.
Reaching out a hand, the girl began to toy with the ends of his draping braid, keeping her eyes on his innocent smile. 'Mine. . . mine. . . mine. . .' She began her usual mental mantra, allowing her fingers to slide up one notch of the plait with each claim. 'Mine. . . . all mine. . .'
Smirking slightly as her palm brushed the nape of his neck, Rosette leaned foreword; crossing her ankles beneath her rear and licking her lips- tracing the outline of his face with the very tip of her nail. A blush had long since formed on her cheeks, but she ignored it- hiding her flashing orbs behind her golden bangs.
"Mine," she hissed selfishly into his elf-like appendage, nipping the lobe. The pocket watch shifted on her breasts. "And no one elses. Not Magdalene's or Satella's or Claire's or Anna's or Mary's. . ." She may have been a nun, but there was one thing she would never share: Chrono.
He was hers and hers alone. . .
Even if he didn't like it.
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Sin Five: Greed
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