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dolevalanTitle: No Turning Back
Fandom: Gankutsuou
Rating: G
He stood at his father’s grave, staring at the insignia over the tomb. The one he had once been proud to wear. That his father had been proud to see on him. Back when the war meant something. Back when love had meant something.
The boy had been a shock. So very, very young. And perhaps the most trusting soul he had ever met. Maybe more trusting than he had been at the same age. The way he looked at the watch as if he had never seen anything so beautiful in his life; it was almost touching.
Or it would have been, if he was a man to be touched. There had been, in the back of his mind, the smallest hesitation when he met the boy… saw the way his friend’s natural distrust had no hold at all. He briefly considered finding another instrument.
No. As the wind blew across his father’s grave to play through his hair, he could feel Haydée watching him from the edge of the cemetery. He thought of his father. He thought of the boy’s mother – of Mércèdes. The sweet, sweet whisper that echoed through his mind.
There is no flinching away. There is no other path. There is no other way. All will fall in to place, just as we order it. And those who deserve pain will have it. Tenfold. They will all pay.
The man who had once been Edmond Dantès closed his eyes and nodded, as if in response. He kissed his fingers and knelt to press the gloved digits to the headstone.
“I am home, Father.”
He straightened and turned back for the coach, expression utterly unreadable. And the voice echoed, once again.
They will all pay. It is decided. You have decided.
All choice was long past. He took Haydée’s tiny, pale hand, and stepped in to the coach. His revenge had already begun.
Fandom: Gankutsuou
Rating: G
He stood at his father’s grave, staring at the insignia over the tomb. The one he had once been proud to wear. That his father had been proud to see on him. Back when the war meant something. Back when love had meant something.
The boy had been a shock. So very, very young. And perhaps the most trusting soul he had ever met. Maybe more trusting than he had been at the same age. The way he looked at the watch as if he had never seen anything so beautiful in his life; it was almost touching.
Or it would have been, if he was a man to be touched. There had been, in the back of his mind, the smallest hesitation when he met the boy… saw the way his friend’s natural distrust had no hold at all. He briefly considered finding another instrument.
No. As the wind blew across his father’s grave to play through his hair, he could feel Haydée watching him from the edge of the cemetery. He thought of his father. He thought of the boy’s mother – of Mércèdes. The sweet, sweet whisper that echoed through his mind.
There is no flinching away. There is no other path. There is no other way. All will fall in to place, just as we order it. And those who deserve pain will have it. Tenfold. They will all pay.
The man who had once been Edmond Dantès closed his eyes and nodded, as if in response. He kissed his fingers and knelt to press the gloved digits to the headstone.
“I am home, Father.”
He straightened and turned back for the coach, expression utterly unreadable. And the voice echoed, once again.
They will all pay. It is decided. You have decided.
All choice was long past. He took Haydée’s tiny, pale hand, and stepped in to the coach. His revenge had already begun.
