Happy Tuesday guys! And thank you to everyone who blew me away yesterday with all that ENCOURAGEMENT yesterday? I'm feeling overwhelmed with all that love and to know there's actually many of you enjoying these? So, I hope you enjoy this one, too! This is a shorter one, but it's a new one!
A Forced Kiss
Serenity was standing right there. Just outside of the corner of his eye. Queued up with her Senshi as if she was just another guest, as if she didn't deserve to sit up front instead, to take his throne and sit elevated above all of them and even him. As if she wasn't more important than any person in this room, himself included. As if she didn't own his soul. As if his place wasn't by her side, one step behind her, wherever she went.
As if she wasn't his wife. His queen. His world.
But no one could know. If anyone knew it meant their heads.
He wasn't even to greet her. He wasn't even to look at her.
It had never been harder to do than today, at this banquet, at this respectless charade of a political statement he wanted no part of, was just a pawn in.
But perhaps that was a lie. Perhaps it was this difficult every single second that he had to breathe living this lie.
It painted a constant snarl on his lips, venom in his eyes, and people shrunk under his intense, furious expression as he greeted THEM even when he would not greet HER, and what even was the point of all of this if he couldn't be with her even when she was here, when he lay awake at night all nights and wished of nothing else but her proximity.
He could feel her movements behind his back. Pulling at him. Screaming at him. His every fibre tempting him, seducing him into stupidity and recklessness. Screaming at him to turn and to look and to stop pretending.
Screaming at him to turn and to run and to take her hand and rip off every last piece of ceremonial, royal garbage off both of them and leave it all behind.
Screaming at him to at least just walk to her and say hello. See her eyes. Or even just to stand next to her and say nothing and if the impossible were possible, no one might look and he might dare to reach out his hand and brush the back of his against the back of hers.
Instead he forced his lips to yet another female hand that wasn't hers in greeting, kissing with chapped lips that were tightly pressed together so he wouldn't scream.
Obvious Setting Tag: Silver Millennium