Challenge 286 opera
Title: Tatyana
Author: ingvild
Characters: Treize and Une
Rating/Word Count: G, 594 words
A/N: Sorry that this is a day late.
Summary: Young Treize and Une try to figure one another and themselves out at the opera.
”Well then, my dear Lady. What did you think of your first foray into the fairer arts?”
“I thought the orchestra deserved more recognition. They may not be visible on the stage, but they were working the entire time, unlike the singers.”
Treize Khushrenada gave his Second a half amused, half exasperated glance. As always, Une seemed to deliberately misunderstand him and pick on what to him seemed the least important part of the experience.
“Do you not have any other opinions?” he asked, trying to get a fix on her position. They were about to enter a hopefully long partnership, and he thought it would be beneficial for both of them to understand one another on a fundamental level.
It spoke volumes of Treize Khushrenada that his way of creating greater understanding with his future right-hand-woman was to invite her to the opera.
It was AC 191. Treize was nineteen years old. Une had recently turned fifteen.
Une frowned, considering his question. “I think the people on stage could have done with a more firm person in charge. They moved about quite aimlessly at times.”
“I think they were supposed to. It is an opera.”
Une turned to look him in the eye, and Treize suppressed a squirm. That girl could focus on a person like no-one else. “So you enjoy watching people act like headless chickens then, sir?”
“People will act like headless chickens no matter what, my dear Lady. You might as well get entertainment from it.” Treize lifted his wine glass to his lips to hide his smirk as Une’s frown deepened, either from his continued play on her name or from the statement itself.
“Really sir, that is hardly responsible of you.”
“Perhaps, Lady Une, but allowing an indulgence can be very enjoyable.”
“I did have another thought. I thought the older sister was a complete ninny. She provoked that whole situation, where does she come off weeping that it wasn’t her fault? And the protagonist was an asshole, honestly. He didn’t have an honourable bone in his body.”
Treize smiled. “I suppose one would have to look for it.”
Une looked thoughtful. “Yet he is alive, and his more sympathetic best friend died.”
Treize suddenly felt a little apprehensive. He could concede her point about the orchestra, and the needed direction for the people on stage, and had in fact entertained similar thoughts applied to politics and the military. However, this wasn’t the sort of thoughts he felt comfortable with his aide entertaining. It could too easily lead to sketchy morality.
“He wasn’t happy at the end, though,” Treize pointed out. “His friend is dead and his girlfriend married another man.”
“She wasn’t his girlfriend,” Une objected. “She was a girl who had a crush on him who he rejected. He only decided he loved her so much after she’d found someone else. Really, her husband was the better catch.”
Treize gave her a teasing smile. “Is that your type then, my Lady? Old and rich men?”
“No. But her husband thought she was the most amazing woman in the world and loved her more than anything. That’s a good catch.”
Until now, Treize had been able to read things into her answers that he could apply to the person she would have to be to work for him. This, though, was different. This answer wasn’t practical, or critical, or cynical. This was almost…hopeful.
“Really, Tatyana was a better person. She should have been the protagonist,” Une added, almost to herself.
Treize smiled at her. “Perhaps she was.”
A/N: In case you’re wondering which opera they’re talking about, it’s Tchaikovsky’s Eugene Onegin (based on Pushkin’s novel). Also, I'm going with "Lady" as Une's first name here.
Author: ingvild
Characters: Treize and Une
Rating/Word Count: G, 594 words
A/N: Sorry that this is a day late.
Summary: Young Treize and Une try to figure one another and themselves out at the opera.
”Well then, my dear Lady. What did you think of your first foray into the fairer arts?”
“I thought the orchestra deserved more recognition. They may not be visible on the stage, but they were working the entire time, unlike the singers.”
Treize Khushrenada gave his Second a half amused, half exasperated glance. As always, Une seemed to deliberately misunderstand him and pick on what to him seemed the least important part of the experience.
“Do you not have any other opinions?” he asked, trying to get a fix on her position. They were about to enter a hopefully long partnership, and he thought it would be beneficial for both of them to understand one another on a fundamental level.
It spoke volumes of Treize Khushrenada that his way of creating greater understanding with his future right-hand-woman was to invite her to the opera.
It was AC 191. Treize was nineteen years old. Une had recently turned fifteen.
Une frowned, considering his question. “I think the people on stage could have done with a more firm person in charge. They moved about quite aimlessly at times.”
“I think they were supposed to. It is an opera.”
Une turned to look him in the eye, and Treize suppressed a squirm. That girl could focus on a person like no-one else. “So you enjoy watching people act like headless chickens then, sir?”
“People will act like headless chickens no matter what, my dear Lady. You might as well get entertainment from it.” Treize lifted his wine glass to his lips to hide his smirk as Une’s frown deepened, either from his continued play on her name or from the statement itself.
“Really sir, that is hardly responsible of you.”
“Perhaps, Lady Une, but allowing an indulgence can be very enjoyable.”
“I did have another thought. I thought the older sister was a complete ninny. She provoked that whole situation, where does she come off weeping that it wasn’t her fault? And the protagonist was an asshole, honestly. He didn’t have an honourable bone in his body.”
Treize smiled. “I suppose one would have to look for it.”
Une looked thoughtful. “Yet he is alive, and his more sympathetic best friend died.”
Treize suddenly felt a little apprehensive. He could concede her point about the orchestra, and the needed direction for the people on stage, and had in fact entertained similar thoughts applied to politics and the military. However, this wasn’t the sort of thoughts he felt comfortable with his aide entertaining. It could too easily lead to sketchy morality.
“He wasn’t happy at the end, though,” Treize pointed out. “His friend is dead and his girlfriend married another man.”
“She wasn’t his girlfriend,” Une objected. “She was a girl who had a crush on him who he rejected. He only decided he loved her so much after she’d found someone else. Really, her husband was the better catch.”
Treize gave her a teasing smile. “Is that your type then, my Lady? Old and rich men?”
“No. But her husband thought she was the most amazing woman in the world and loved her more than anything. That’s a good catch.”
Until now, Treize had been able to read things into her answers that he could apply to the person she would have to be to work for him. This, though, was different. This answer wasn’t practical, or critical, or cynical. This was almost…hopeful.
“Really, Tatyana was a better person. She should have been the protagonist,” Une added, almost to herself.
Treize smiled at her. “Perhaps she was.”
A/N: In case you’re wondering which opera they’re talking about, it’s Tchaikovsky’s Eugene Onegin (based on Pushkin’s novel). Also, I'm going with "Lady" as Une's first name here.