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Title: A Kind of Possessing
Fandom: Original!RPF
Characters: Lucas Ulliel/Claire Pattinson
Rating: G
Word Count: 503
I understand why one wants to know the names of what he loves .... Naming is a kind of possessing, of caressing, and fondling. - Jessamyn West
“Comment vous appelez-vous?”
The last time he has heard that question directed at him was in primary, perhaps grade one or two. Or maybe even kindergarten, he couldn’t quite remember anymore.
It’s a little unnerving when it seems like everyone knows your name, and you couldn’t go several blocks without someone stopping you for a photo or an autograph or this or that. Clubs and shows and parties automatically have your name on guest lists, and tables reserved for you and those lucky dinner guests at every renowned restaurant in the country. Sunglasses could never be left at home, not even for a moment, not even on a cloudy day.
As if seeing your name and face on weekly tabloids wasn’t enough.
Sometimes, Lucas would wonder what it would be like if he weren’t his parents son. Or what if they were just regular, everyday people, rather than two of the country’s most popular celebrities. Or, what if he weren’t good-looking at all. (It’s not egoism, really. His parents and their genes took most of the credit.)
Would he still have all the chances in the world, attend Paris’s best schools for the best education, only to leaving them for the editorials and campaigns and runway shows?
Would he have had all these stories to tell, about actors and models and just about everyone but normal, regular people?
Would he have still met her, if he weren’t in the show she watched that day of fashion week?
“What are you thinking about?”
He placed a kiss on the top of her head, arms tightly wrapped around her as they lied on the ground. Her hand traced the constellations, bringing the stars with her as she delicately repeated the line along his jaw. He breathed in the air around them, fresh pines and grass and the mist in the air mixing with the strawberries of her hair. “The first time we met.”
It was this giggle that made Claire so unforgettable to him, he decided. Her head lied on his chest, the soft sounds of his heartbeat so compatible with hers. She sighed, “You were so shocked that I didn’t know your name.”
He grinned, something he has always guarded to himself. The sunglasses came down right away upon meeting her, along with the mask and the brick wall he built around himself. It was so odd, a novelty, almost, to have someone ask for his name. It made him feel human again. Normal.
“That’s because I was. The last time someone asked me that was in school, when I looked nothing like Mum or Dad and no one could put two and two together with my surname.”
She looked up at him, more than amused. “Smug.”
“You love it.”
He lifted her head before lowering his, their noses brushing as his lips pressed on hers. His hand rested on his neck, smiling on her lips as he felt her heart racing. Maybe there was a good reason for him to be smug, after all.
Fandom: Original!RPF
Characters: Lucas Ulliel/Claire Pattinson
Rating: G
Word Count: 503
I understand why one wants to know the names of what he loves .... Naming is a kind of possessing, of caressing, and fondling. - Jessamyn West
“Comment vous appelez-vous?”
The last time he has heard that question directed at him was in primary, perhaps grade one or two. Or maybe even kindergarten, he couldn’t quite remember anymore.
It’s a little unnerving when it seems like everyone knows your name, and you couldn’t go several blocks without someone stopping you for a photo or an autograph or this or that. Clubs and shows and parties automatically have your name on guest lists, and tables reserved for you and those lucky dinner guests at every renowned restaurant in the country. Sunglasses could never be left at home, not even for a moment, not even on a cloudy day.
As if seeing your name and face on weekly tabloids wasn’t enough.
Sometimes, Lucas would wonder what it would be like if he weren’t his parents son. Or what if they were just regular, everyday people, rather than two of the country’s most popular celebrities. Or, what if he weren’t good-looking at all. (It’s not egoism, really. His parents and their genes took most of the credit.)
Would he still have all the chances in the world, attend Paris’s best schools for the best education, only to leaving them for the editorials and campaigns and runway shows?
Would he have had all these stories to tell, about actors and models and just about everyone but normal, regular people?
Would he have still met her, if he weren’t in the show she watched that day of fashion week?
“What are you thinking about?”
He placed a kiss on the top of her head, arms tightly wrapped around her as they lied on the ground. Her hand traced the constellations, bringing the stars with her as she delicately repeated the line along his jaw. He breathed in the air around them, fresh pines and grass and the mist in the air mixing with the strawberries of her hair. “The first time we met.”
It was this giggle that made Claire so unforgettable to him, he decided. Her head lied on his chest, the soft sounds of his heartbeat so compatible with hers. She sighed, “You were so shocked that I didn’t know your name.”
He grinned, something he has always guarded to himself. The sunglasses came down right away upon meeting her, along with the mask and the brick wall he built around himself. It was so odd, a novelty, almost, to have someone ask for his name. It made him feel human again. Normal.
“That’s because I was. The last time someone asked me that was in school, when I looked nothing like Mum or Dad and no one could put two and two together with my surname.”
She looked up at him, more than amused. “Smug.”
“You love it.”
He lifted her head before lowering his, their noses brushing as his lips pressed on hers. His hand rested on his neck, smiling on her lips as he felt her heart racing. Maybe there was a good reason for him to be smug, after all.