Disclaimer: I claim to disclaim Pokemon and 'Here with Me' by Plumb
Characters: Darach X Caitlin from D/P/P- Aw, don't they remind you of Len and Rin in Servant/Daughter of Evil? At least, that's how I picture them…
Summary: Dialogue between the two.
Metaphor
~In my head I have dreams, I have visions of many things
Questions, longings, in my mind~
"Maybe I'm a contradiction."
There's a rustling of papers, and half-moon glasses gleam with the lifting of his head.
"How eloquent of you, my lady."
"Do not patronize me, my valet."
"I would never do such a thing. Please, do elaborate."
A thought-out pause.
"I have hair that people tell me belongs to an angel, but a demon's eyes- blind eyes that have damned me and confined me to this place. My smile is contradiction incarnate. My skin is made of daydreams, but my hands are crafted by cold hard facts. I dress myself in my parents' words, but everything below the surface- everything that no one can see- is all mine. I'm a contradiction."
There's a lowering of the quill, and a sigh. Unseeing blue eyes stare through polished ebony ones. A calloused hand moves to touch honeyed waves.
"…May I disagree, my lady?"
"Do."
"Well, in my humble opinion, I do believe you to be a metaphor."
"A metaphor?"
"Yes."
"How eloquent of you, my valet."
"Do not patronize me, my lady."
"I would never do such a thing. Please, do elaborate."
A grin from both parties.
"You have hair that is a halo around your head, and eyes that hold heaven and so much more- all-seeing eyes that keep you close to me and everyone that loves you. Your smile is, indeed, contradiction incarnate. Your skin is made of Victorian poetry, and your hands are crafted by idioms. You dress yourself in expectations, and everything below the surface- everything that matters most- is all yours. You're a metaphor."
There's a rustling of skirts, and heels knock against boots as she sits.
"Daddy says I'm weak, and that I cannot battle because of my weakness."
"Then the lord is sorely mistaken. You've trained your pokemon impeccably, my lady."
"My words, do they ring false?"
"Only when you speak to anyone other than me."
"Do you think I am selfish?"
"I would never, my lady."
"Unkind?"
"Certainly not."
"Fake?"
"You are the realest thing that I have ever known."
Quietness settles, and dainty hands twitch searchingly up. He guides them to his face, where they gently rest.
"You have stayed by my side for so long, my valet. For that I thank you."
"Serving you is my life, my lady."
"Do you not wish to travel? See the world?"
"You are my world."
"What of your aspirations? Where has your dream to flee this place gone?"
"It was whisked away by your companionship, my lady. My aspiration is to stay by your side until you send me away."
"I would never do such a thing, my valet."
"I am glad."
Agony is plain on her face.
"Do you ever wish to be equal, my valet? Do you ever wish that we could just be Caitlin and Darach?"
"Every day, my lady. And you?"
"Every second of every moment of every day."
Twin breaths escape, low and pained as long-repressed feelings bubble to the surface.
"It would be wrong."
"Yes."
"I am to be engaged this February."
"Yes."
"Daddy would disown me."
"Yes."
Her fingers glide down to trace his bottom lip, their eyes shut and trembling. Words come faster, more desperate.
"Do you love me, Darach?"
"Yes."
She leans forward, glass-stem lips hunting for counterpart granite ones. When they finally meet they meet tentatively, the touch more of a goodbye than a hello: they quiver against each other once, and tears threaten to spill for both when they pull away.
"I believe that love is a contradiction, Darach."
An embrace. Bittersweet smiles.
"In our case, Caitlin, I believe that it's more of a metaphor."
~Pictures fill my head, I feel so trapped instead
But trapped doesn't seem so bad
Because you are here~