Title: Casual cruelty
Rating: K
Pairing: KyoyaXRenge
Prompts: white wedding
The white shined brightly in the mirror, skirts caressing the wooden floors softly. Little beads gleamed in the sunlight as ivory fingers ghosted lightly over them. Renge turned her warm gaze from the reflection. Warily she arranged the gauzy veil over face and bit softly into her lip. A breath later, she threw another look towards her copy with light caramel locks framing her face. She forced her lips to stretch in a smile while silently cursing the sun for shining so brightly. It would be harder to hide when she was so easily seen. The veil could only cover that much.
A sequence of knocks on the door made Renge whirled around. She eyed her father; the older man smiled charmingly at his daughter and she could only respond in kind. Gliding over to him she bent her head to kiss his hand. This would be the last time. The very last, she promised herself. After today she would no longer be under his influence. But she wouldn't be free either. From one gilded cage to another; this was her destiny and it was not up to her to oppose what was meant to be. Tears stung her eyes as she fought to hold them back.
Her father's hand joined hers and Renge set herself to follow him, like always. In the garden all eyes fell on her and Renge put her practiced smile on, ignoring the pain tormenting her. She barely managed to hold her sobs in and not burst into tears when steely eyes, like clouds before a storm, caught her on the isle. She almost turned to him, to the man she loved. But she didn't instead she looked ahead to the man she was going to marry. Blue eyes skimmed over her softly and Renge's heart shuddered lightly at the sight of Tamaki.
Until the very last moment she had expected it to be a nightmare. She had thought that Kyoya would say something, anything, to stop it. But he didn't A scandal would be born if he dared. And he didn't dare. Renge hated herself for falling in love with a coward. And she hated herself for being a coward, for simply agreeing to go along with the wedding. She could've said something. Instead she let Tamaki lift the veil and press his lips to hers, ignoring Kyoya's pale shade and his tightly closed eyes when they came apart. She had to let him go.
It's been some time since I've had anything to add to my little drabble collection. I'm trying my hand at emotional wreckage and I think it came out pretty well. Those poor rich people.