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11.21.2012 , 07:32 AM |
Sins - Wrath
Virtues - Forgiveness
Lord Naught waited, calm and calculating, ignoring all those around him. A cup of tea sat in front of him, untouched but still steaming. For all outside appearances he was engrossed in his book: his brow was creased into a deep frown and his eyes bored into the open page. He stared at the book, not reading it and was instead lost in his own thoughts. The trouble of Rochester and their relationship, such as it was, had plagued him for days. He still had no adequate solution.
Lord Naught looked up, having heard the man's approach, but not sensed him in the Force. Being with Rochester had always been strange, from a Force-sensitive point of view, at least; with no resonance in the ripples and waves of the universe's life stream, it was almost as if he did not exist. Even the dead had some presence to them.
"Lieutenant." He gestured to the seat opposite, but only as a formality. Rochester did not sit.
"You wished to speak with me, my Lord?"
Lord Naught handed his book to Rochester, watching as he put into a bag. His hands were shaking. It did not surprise Lord Naught that the trained Imperial composure was failing now.
"Come." Lord Naught stood and walked briskly from the cafe. He did not look back, expecting his orders to be followed implicitly. He hailed a taxi, one of the few in the city fit for Sith travel: regal black with Imperial red accents and a spacious back seat. Rochester appeared at his elbow and opened the door. He slipped inside, Rochester following, and gave the driver and address. The window rolled up and they were alone.
Broan breathed and, dropping the mask, turned to Rochester.
"You shouldn't come back to me." He said at last, feeling the pain of it twist in his gut. He heard the sharp intake of breath as Rochester looked out at the city below. It hurt, but Broan knew it would be for the best. He hoped it would be for the best.
"Why?" His back tensed as he spoke, his shoulders rising and bunched. Rochester's voice was tight; quiet on the verge of shouting.
"I attacked you. I hurt you. I could have-"
"You had every right to kill me, but you didn't," Rochester grabbed his knee and lent close to his face. Hot, fat tears welled in his eyes. "Every other Sith on this planet would have run me through, but you didn't. You're
"I attacked you. I physically threw you to the floor. Rochester, that... that's just wrong. People don't do that to each other."
"What are you talking about?" Rochester sat up straight, his hair brushing against the roof. His eyes were almost frantic in the confusion. "You own me, I owe you everything that I am and that I have. You're Sith: you have every right to me and to do what you want."
"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard in my life!" Broan wanted to grab Rochester and shake him. He bunched his hands into his lap, feeling his nails dig into the flesh of his palms. "No one has that right, no one at all. And especially not me!"
"What are you talking about? You're Sith, you're allowed-"
"That doesn't matter! Being Sith doesn't mean anything!" Broan ran his hands through his hair, trying desperately to calm down. He gripped and relaxed, feeling a few strands being pulled out here and there. "I love you, Rochester. I love you so much, but you deserve better than what I can give you."
"You can be such an idiot, sometimes," Arms encircled Broan and he did not resist. He was pulled across the seat and into the embrace of the man he still loved, who was trembling but trying to stay strong. "I love you, I want this to work. I don't know if I can be alone again."
"Accept that we're equals," He felt Rochester nod, the other man's cheek rubbing against his head. "And accept that if I ever threaten you or hurt you, you walk away, understand? I'm not a Sith Lord, I'm just a man."
"We can make this work?"
"It won't be easy."
"Good things never are."
Really hard writing this, but I needed to get the strange nature of their different cultures across. I always wondered what it would be like for an Imperial citizen, raised in a society which venerates Sith, to be in a relationship with one. I imagine there would be that "Sith have all the rights; Sith have all the privileges" undercurrent in society and how that would work versus a person who believes in the adage "once is one time too many" (something I hold myself, which is partly why I held off writing this).
The hard thing with this trying to make it not feel forced. I want to see if these two can make it, but I don't want it to feel fake. This is certainly not going to be a case of "kiss, make up and suddenly everything's back to normal" because that's just bad writing. It completely erases a great many nuances of human emotion and action for a cuddly,
I guess it's a case of loving a person, but hating what they do. In this instance, Broan loves Rochester, but hates the fact that he's, essentially, a Sith apologiser. That's something that's certainly going to be addressed.