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Damned/Xenosaga: A Breaking Point.
Title: A Breaking Point.
Fandom: Damned/Xenosaga. (Five Months After storyline--first.)
Warnings: "Love is love, but incest is best."--Only slightly.
Word Count: 797.
Characters: Damned!AlbedoxNigredo, re: AlbedoxRubedo.
Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
psyches. Prompt: The U.R.T.V. "Love abate. Disintegrate. Turn love to hate." Takes place after this. Shiiiiira. =DDD ---Sequel. Prelude.
Summary:
A Breaking Point.
It started with a kiss.
Feather light on a crown of familiar hair, it lasted only for a moment and forever. The echo remained far and long after the deed was done, but the chill of solitude came back too fast.
It took awhile. Weeks turning into months or more, but slowly Albedo was seeing that Rubedo's world would never center on him. At their Institute, the boy wouldn't have touched on this, too fearful of the repercussions. At Landel's however... This Institute offered him many things that wouldn't have came about at the previous one. The multitude of fun things to play with... and the many strange people that had decided he was worth becoming friends with.
Add that to his growing confidence from U-DO, and it wasn't strange to think that the boy would finally realize that his love for Rubedo wouldn't be returned in full. Perhaps he had always known that. Perhaps he had just needed possibilities to allow himself to see.
So maybe he was throwing dirt from a grave newly made, but that night he searched out his other brother. The realization was fresh and new, and changes always made Albedo have a need for destruction. And what gave him more joy than tormenting the baby? He had stayed away from him lately, both of them, for fear of losing the fragile new hold he had on life.
Fragile? It was already breaking from merely the wind.
They faced each other like lovers under moonlight, staring with well-aimed nonchalance at the places that hurt the worst. Sometimes the absence of anything is worse than the rage, and maybe that's why Albedo broke first, throwing himself at the younger and slamming him on the ground. It was familiar. It had happened so many times since they'd arrived.
This time, however, something had changed. Nigredo hadn't moved to defend himself, and even now, was still staring up at Albedo with the most neutral of expressions. When, the white-haired Variant thought. When had their games turned into this? When had their laughter turned into such destruction? He could remember, vaguely, those times. Before everything shattered into such tiny pieces. Into slivers, fragments of bones of the corpse of their broken family.
Because everything gave way before time. Everything but him.
The burning comfort of anger poured through him, trying to cancel out the sense of loss. He needed a reaction, he needed something, anything, and in the time here, he had found few things that would make the black-haired Variant react, and the most useful--he was not even going to touch on this night. So instead Albedo bore down on the younger, forcing Nigredo into the dirt. There was a second, a moment, before their lips touched; Albedo's angry desperation mixing with his tears.
Like the children they were, they stumbled through the motions, bumping heads and clacking teeth, and part of Albedo was furious that he still didn't know what Nigredo was thinking, and part of him was cautiously rejoicing that the other boy hadn't fought him off. The look in Nigredo's eyes, before Albedo closed the distance; it had almost looked like a lonely hope, but that couldn't be true, and Albedo wouldn't believe it. Couldn't.
He had pushed himself up all too soon, though time had frozen, slowed to stagnation. The boy glared down at Nigredo, still laying in the dirt, some unreadable lack of expression on his face. As if he expected this. As if this was the logical outcome, and the boy was just trying to deal with the repercussions.
Albedo's fist in his stomach wasn't fully expected, however, and Nigredo coughed, his body curling around Albedo's hand defensively, one of his own hands on Albedo's shoulder. "I hate you," the middle Variant spat venomously. Albedo hadn't moved away. "I hate you," he repeated, without any heat behind it. A tone almost like resignation.
Albedo swallowed once, then moved his lips to Nigredo's neck, leaving a kiss so soft it was almost unnoticeable. The second afterwards, he shoved Nigredo away, and stalked off into the darkness. Again, again, what he had wanted hadn't happened, and something had changed, shifted, until the situation was no longer familiar. Everything changed, and Albedo... Albedo was just struggling to hold on to what was known. As the mooring ripped away from his anchors. As everything changed into something unknown.
The sobs had only started right before Albedo was out of Nigredo's hearing range, and youngest, still lying flat, staring up at the stars, sighed. No thoughts were given away on his face, though his hand had unconsciously rose to his neck. The boy blinked once, his soft words taken by the wind. "And what are you up to now, Little Bird?"
Fandom: Damned/Xenosaga. (Five Months After storyline--first.)
Warnings: "Love is love, but incest is best."--Only slightly.
Word Count: 797.
Characters: Damned!AlbedoxNigredo, re: AlbedoxRubedo.
Notes: For
psyches. Prompt: The U.R.T.V. "Love abate. Disintegrate. Turn love to hate." Takes place after this. Summary:
A Breaking Point.
It started with a kiss.
Feather light on a crown of familiar hair, it lasted only for a moment and forever. The echo remained far and long after the deed was done, but the chill of solitude came back too fast.
It took awhile. Weeks turning into months or more, but slowly Albedo was seeing that Rubedo's world would never center on him. At their Institute, the boy wouldn't have touched on this, too fearful of the repercussions. At Landel's however... This Institute offered him many things that wouldn't have came about at the previous one. The multitude of fun things to play with... and the many strange people that had decided he was worth becoming friends with.
Add that to his growing confidence from U-DO, and it wasn't strange to think that the boy would finally realize that his love for Rubedo wouldn't be returned in full. Perhaps he had always known that. Perhaps he had just needed possibilities to allow himself to see.
So maybe he was throwing dirt from a grave newly made, but that night he searched out his other brother. The realization was fresh and new, and changes always made Albedo have a need for destruction. And what gave him more joy than tormenting the baby? He had stayed away from him lately, both of them, for fear of losing the fragile new hold he had on life.
Fragile? It was already breaking from merely the wind.
They faced each other like lovers under moonlight, staring with well-aimed nonchalance at the places that hurt the worst. Sometimes the absence of anything is worse than the rage, and maybe that's why Albedo broke first, throwing himself at the younger and slamming him on the ground. It was familiar. It had happened so many times since they'd arrived.
This time, however, something had changed. Nigredo hadn't moved to defend himself, and even now, was still staring up at Albedo with the most neutral of expressions. When, the white-haired Variant thought. When had their games turned into this? When had their laughter turned into such destruction? He could remember, vaguely, those times. Before everything shattered into such tiny pieces. Into slivers, fragments of bones of the corpse of their broken family.
Because everything gave way before time. Everything but him.
The burning comfort of anger poured through him, trying to cancel out the sense of loss. He needed a reaction, he needed something, anything, and in the time here, he had found few things that would make the black-haired Variant react, and the most useful--he was not even going to touch on this night. So instead Albedo bore down on the younger, forcing Nigredo into the dirt. There was a second, a moment, before their lips touched; Albedo's angry desperation mixing with his tears.
Like the children they were, they stumbled through the motions, bumping heads and clacking teeth, and part of Albedo was furious that he still didn't know what Nigredo was thinking, and part of him was cautiously rejoicing that the other boy hadn't fought him off. The look in Nigredo's eyes, before Albedo closed the distance; it had almost looked like a lonely hope, but that couldn't be true, and Albedo wouldn't believe it. Couldn't.
He had pushed himself up all too soon, though time had frozen, slowed to stagnation. The boy glared down at Nigredo, still laying in the dirt, some unreadable lack of expression on his face. As if he expected this. As if this was the logical outcome, and the boy was just trying to deal with the repercussions.
Albedo's fist in his stomach wasn't fully expected, however, and Nigredo coughed, his body curling around Albedo's hand defensively, one of his own hands on Albedo's shoulder. "I hate you," the middle Variant spat venomously. Albedo hadn't moved away. "I hate you," he repeated, without any heat behind it. A tone almost like resignation.
Albedo swallowed once, then moved his lips to Nigredo's neck, leaving a kiss so soft it was almost unnoticeable. The second afterwards, he shoved Nigredo away, and stalked off into the darkness. Again, again, what he had wanted hadn't happened, and something had changed, shifted, until the situation was no longer familiar. Everything changed, and Albedo... Albedo was just struggling to hold on to what was known. As the mooring ripped away from his anchors. As everything changed into something unknown.
The sobs had only started right before Albedo was out of Nigredo's hearing range, and youngest, still lying flat, staring up at the stars, sighed. No thoughts were given away on his face, though his hand had unconsciously rose to his neck. The boy blinked once, his soft words taken by the wind. "And what are you up to now, Little Bird?"