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darth_stitchY'know.... being sick and having to take a lot of sick leaves and not getting paid ANYTHING this payout because I'm shit out of paid leaves... is actually firing up my creative juices. Although it's the Muses in my head who happen to have Fangs that are coming out to play. (facepalms)
Have something here from my latest Trinity Blood fan fic and it's a bit of a bother to wrestle with because it's the getting from point a to point b to point c that's driving me bananas. So I'm posting it here, very rough, not quite polished yet for some help from you guys. Essentially, Abel & Esther in my universe are muddling through the whole getting married bit, which was totally unexpected and Abel has angst and he has to pull his head out of his ass because oh YEAH he's not told Esther EVERYTHING yet (Read: Lilith a.k.a. The First Love Who Got Herself Killed Deaded by Fucked Up Crazy Twin Brother). Ow. There shall be comic lightness too but Abel is an eejit and will have his angst. DORK. (Facepalms)
I thought that Sting's If I Ever Lose My Faith would make an appropriate title.
One
Abel, as always, had put it best: “I’ve never been married before, but we’ll muddle through it together.”
Neither of them were perfect – Abel, as Esther had long known, did indeed have a temper, was inclined to occasional fits of brooding and when he actually stated he was in a bad mood, even if it looked like he was joking as usual, it was time to take him very seriously. Esther had her snappish, impatient fits herself and yes, there were days when they both drove each other crazy.
Still, Esther had figured out that the best way to snap Abel out of a horrid mood was to simply sidle up to him, stroke his cheek or brush his hair out of his eyes which normally earned her an apology and a kiss. Abel had also learned that most of the time, what he needed to do to get Esther smiling for real again was to take off his glasses, give Esther what she mentally termed as That Look, stroke her cheek or show some other affectionate gesture and ask her “What’s the matter, love?” in what she also mentally termed as That Tone of Voice Combined With That Endearment.
(Lord help her, it seemed that Abel had finally figured out how to use those beautiful winter blue eyes of his to scramble a woman’s wits. Perhaps Isabel had put it best: “I simply cannot believe that man could be that oblivious!”)
There were things that they were still learning about each other. Abel, for example, still found it hard to talk about his past (“I wasn’t a good man, Esther. People hated me and I gave them a good reason for it.”). The most that he’d revealed to her was when he asked if they not publicly announce that they were married, keeping only the AX members in the know and of course, the only ones in the Empire who were aware about that were Seth, Mirka Fortuna and her grandson Ion, Baybars and Astharoshe.
Abel had finally, reluctantly, spoke to her about his twin brother Cain, that he was mad and dangerous and that it was most likely that he headed the Rosen Kruez Orden, the enemy they so often fought against. He had told her that Cain had murdered someone he loved very much, a very long time ago and that Cain would be all too happy to do the same thing again if he ever learned about Esther.
It hurt that he would not tell her about that other woman, dead for so long. Esther knew her name though – Lilith – had in fact heard Abel whispering it in his sleep a few times, usually with a great deal of pain in his voice. Often, Esther would simply stroke his head and then, he would say “Esther” without ever opening his eyes and then slumber on. Abel would not say more about Lilith and indeed, he’d been much more moody than normal over the whole thing. Often, he would look at Esther and his expression would be sorrowful and apologetic. He would draw her close and kiss her, almost as if silently pleading for forgiveness. What else could she do but comfort him in turn?
“He has mourned her for 900 years,” Cardinal Caterina had once revealed to her, when she’d tried to ask about it, wanting so much to help her beloved husband. “More than that, I can’t say – he hasn’t told me a lot either. You’ve been better for him than you know, Esther.”
It had been getting close to Christmas when they’d finally managed to wrap things up in the Empire and go home. Seth and Isabel were especially reluctant to be parted from “big brother Abel and big sister Esther” (never mind if Isabel wasn’t exactly the baby sister of the family, never mind her apparent age). Esther would miss that pair of mischievous sprites – Lord only knew what havoc they would cause poor Ion and all the rest in their Empire.
Abel was a little distant these days. He would clown around at the mention of Christmas and presents and candy and cake but even the other AX members could see that the smiles never quite reached his eyes. The Cardinal and Sister Kate, even Father Havel worried over him, while Father Leon and the Professor held back from their usual teasing (Father Hugue, of course, was in no condition to comment, as he was off on another mission).
Just today, Esther saw Abel preparing their “unofficial” report of the events in the Empire and in Imperial Russia at their office computer. His hair was already coming loose from its ponytail and his glasses were on the desk, looking the very picture of exhaustion and annoyance.
She couldn’t stand it anymore and walked over to him, gently touching his shoulder.
She knew how tired he was because he didn’t even pretend to fall out of his chair in surprise at her approach. Instead, he merely covered her hand with his own.
“Sorry, I’m not good company right now,” he said quietly.
She stroked his cheek with her free hand. “You don’t have to be all the time, you know.”
He took that other hand now and kissed it. And then, somehow he managed to tug her onto his lap and once she was comfortably ensconced, he nuzzled her a little. That got him another nuzzle from her in return and when she drew back, she said, “Not that I’m complaining, but you know Father Leon will never let you live it down if they walk in on us like this.”
His eyes narrowed; Esther fancied she could see just the barest hint of red in those icy blue depths. “Right now, I don’t give a bloody damn if the entire Church walks in on us,” he growled.
She framed his face with her hands and kissed the tip of his nose. “It’s the Christmas season, you silly grouch.”
“Bah humbug.” She wished she could ask him what dark memories were running through his mind, troubled his sleep but it would only worsen his mood. Especially when she could finally see a hint of that smile appearing in his eyes again.
So this time, she kissed her silly grouch on the lips, teasing just a little by drawing back when he tried to deepen the kiss. “If you’re good, you could get me to help you with this report. I did happen to be there for most of it, you know.”
“I’m always good!” Oh, there was that goofy smile now and this time, it wasn’t quite an act.
“Well, let me get an extra chair…” She made as if to get up from his lap, but he’d wrapped his arms around her and wouldn’t let her leave.
“You’re staying right here, thank you very much.”
“Abel!” She protested, half-heartedly, cheeks burning with embarrassment. Oh no, now he was in one of those moods.
“Comfy?” This time, he pretty much did a very good impression of the cat who’d caught the canary, the bowl of cream and the thirteen cubes of sugar.
Esther gave up. She settled back down against his chest, laying her head on his shoulder. Between the two of them, they did manage to finish the report, even if Father Tres did point out that they could have done it in two hours, rather than four, if Abel had only let Esther get herself another chair and boot up the other office computer.
Have something here from my latest Trinity Blood fan fic and it's a bit of a bother to wrestle with because it's the getting from point a to point b to point c that's driving me bananas. So I'm posting it here, very rough, not quite polished yet for some help from you guys. Essentially, Abel & Esther in my universe are muddling through the whole getting married bit, which was totally unexpected and Abel has angst and he has to pull his head out of his ass because oh YEAH he's not told Esther EVERYTHING yet (Read: Lilith a.k.a. The First Love Who Got Herself Killed Deaded by Fucked Up Crazy Twin Brother). Ow. There shall be comic lightness too but Abel is an eejit and will have his angst. DORK. (Facepalms)
I thought that Sting's If I Ever Lose My Faith would make an appropriate title.
One
Abel, as always, had put it best: “I’ve never been married before, but we’ll muddle through it together.”
Neither of them were perfect – Abel, as Esther had long known, did indeed have a temper, was inclined to occasional fits of brooding and when he actually stated he was in a bad mood, even if it looked like he was joking as usual, it was time to take him very seriously. Esther had her snappish, impatient fits herself and yes, there were days when they both drove each other crazy.
Still, Esther had figured out that the best way to snap Abel out of a horrid mood was to simply sidle up to him, stroke his cheek or brush his hair out of his eyes which normally earned her an apology and a kiss. Abel had also learned that most of the time, what he needed to do to get Esther smiling for real again was to take off his glasses, give Esther what she mentally termed as That Look, stroke her cheek or show some other affectionate gesture and ask her “What’s the matter, love?” in what she also mentally termed as That Tone of Voice Combined With That Endearment.
(Lord help her, it seemed that Abel had finally figured out how to use those beautiful winter blue eyes of his to scramble a woman’s wits. Perhaps Isabel had put it best: “I simply cannot believe that man could be that oblivious!”)
There were things that they were still learning about each other. Abel, for example, still found it hard to talk about his past (“I wasn’t a good man, Esther. People hated me and I gave them a good reason for it.”). The most that he’d revealed to her was when he asked if they not publicly announce that they were married, keeping only the AX members in the know and of course, the only ones in the Empire who were aware about that were Seth, Mirka Fortuna and her grandson Ion, Baybars and Astharoshe.
Abel had finally, reluctantly, spoke to her about his twin brother Cain, that he was mad and dangerous and that it was most likely that he headed the Rosen Kruez Orden, the enemy they so often fought against. He had told her that Cain had murdered someone he loved very much, a very long time ago and that Cain would be all too happy to do the same thing again if he ever learned about Esther.
It hurt that he would not tell her about that other woman, dead for so long. Esther knew her name though – Lilith – had in fact heard Abel whispering it in his sleep a few times, usually with a great deal of pain in his voice. Often, Esther would simply stroke his head and then, he would say “Esther” without ever opening his eyes and then slumber on. Abel would not say more about Lilith and indeed, he’d been much more moody than normal over the whole thing. Often, he would look at Esther and his expression would be sorrowful and apologetic. He would draw her close and kiss her, almost as if silently pleading for forgiveness. What else could she do but comfort him in turn?
“He has mourned her for 900 years,” Cardinal Caterina had once revealed to her, when she’d tried to ask about it, wanting so much to help her beloved husband. “More than that, I can’t say – he hasn’t told me a lot either. You’ve been better for him than you know, Esther.”
It had been getting close to Christmas when they’d finally managed to wrap things up in the Empire and go home. Seth and Isabel were especially reluctant to be parted from “big brother Abel and big sister Esther” (never mind if Isabel wasn’t exactly the baby sister of the family, never mind her apparent age). Esther would miss that pair of mischievous sprites – Lord only knew what havoc they would cause poor Ion and all the rest in their Empire.
Abel was a little distant these days. He would clown around at the mention of Christmas and presents and candy and cake but even the other AX members could see that the smiles never quite reached his eyes. The Cardinal and Sister Kate, even Father Havel worried over him, while Father Leon and the Professor held back from their usual teasing (Father Hugue, of course, was in no condition to comment, as he was off on another mission).
Just today, Esther saw Abel preparing their “unofficial” report of the events in the Empire and in Imperial Russia at their office computer. His hair was already coming loose from its ponytail and his glasses were on the desk, looking the very picture of exhaustion and annoyance.
She couldn’t stand it anymore and walked over to him, gently touching his shoulder.
She knew how tired he was because he didn’t even pretend to fall out of his chair in surprise at her approach. Instead, he merely covered her hand with his own.
“Sorry, I’m not good company right now,” he said quietly.
She stroked his cheek with her free hand. “You don’t have to be all the time, you know.”
He took that other hand now and kissed it. And then, somehow he managed to tug her onto his lap and once she was comfortably ensconced, he nuzzled her a little. That got him another nuzzle from her in return and when she drew back, she said, “Not that I’m complaining, but you know Father Leon will never let you live it down if they walk in on us like this.”
His eyes narrowed; Esther fancied she could see just the barest hint of red in those icy blue depths. “Right now, I don’t give a bloody damn if the entire Church walks in on us,” he growled.
She framed his face with her hands and kissed the tip of his nose. “It’s the Christmas season, you silly grouch.”
“Bah humbug.” She wished she could ask him what dark memories were running through his mind, troubled his sleep but it would only worsen his mood. Especially when she could finally see a hint of that smile appearing in his eyes again.
So this time, she kissed her silly grouch on the lips, teasing just a little by drawing back when he tried to deepen the kiss. “If you’re good, you could get me to help you with this report. I did happen to be there for most of it, you know.”
“I’m always good!” Oh, there was that goofy smile now and this time, it wasn’t quite an act.
“Well, let me get an extra chair…” She made as if to get up from his lap, but he’d wrapped his arms around her and wouldn’t let her leave.
“You’re staying right here, thank you very much.”
“Abel!” She protested, half-heartedly, cheeks burning with embarrassment. Oh no, now he was in one of those moods.
“Comfy?” This time, he pretty much did a very good impression of the cat who’d caught the canary, the bowl of cream and the thirteen cubes of sugar.
Esther gave up. She settled back down against his chest, laying her head on his shoulder. Between the two of them, they did manage to finish the report, even if Father Tres did point out that they could have done it in two hours, rather than four, if Abel had only let Esther get herself another chair and boot up the other office computer.
