30_flowers: Luke Fon Fabre [theme 42]
Title: For Lack of Better Words
Authoress: never_chan
Fandom: Tales of the Abyss
Claim: Luke Fon Fabre
Theme: #42 - Hyacinth (yellow) / Jealousy
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't own Tales of the Abyss or any of the characters.
Warning: yaoi hinted.
Written for: 30_flowers
Summary: Jealousy rears it’s ugly head.
(Check out the rest of the challenges here)
I - Guy
He hated her. He loathed her. He wished all that pretty blonde hair would just fall out already so all of Baticul could see just how much their precious princess - was in truth nothing more than a loudmouthed, ugly, annoying, brat.
Honestly did she have to hang over Luke like that every second they were forced to be together?! Is she so blind as to see, that he doesn’t like the attention she’s giving him. Doesn’t she know, that Luke isn’t interested in the opposite sex yet (hopefully never) and the things you do are just simply aggravating him?
Stupid, foolish Natalia - Get your dirty hands off of Luke!
He isn’t interested in the things you are. Luke cares more about training, and learning the ways of the sword. He doesn’t look forward to charity banquets nearly as much as he does when Van comes to teach him. And he’s ecstatic when we train together. Does Luke come to your room in the middle of night to ask for your company? As if.
Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!
Can’t you see how uncomfortable you’re making him? Can you even feel is pain? Hear the dark whispers of his mind? Do you even know what he’s thinking right now?
Or course you do. You’re a smart girl, unfortunately.
But you ignore it.
You know Luke is different. Different from the Luke you once knew seven years ago.
He could careless about you. And you know it to.
Luke hates you. Because all you’ve ever done is push and push and push. You’ve created this pristine image of him, and hold high hopes that he’ll comes through for you. But he won’t - because that’s not who it is, or ever will be.
Luke loves me.
Not you. Never you.
So just stop.
II - Natalia
The sight of them together makes her sick. He makes her sick. A mere servant thinking that he has the right to act in such a way in front of royalty.
Who does he think he is?
He’s nothing! Nobody! He doesn’t even belong in our world! If he wasn’t around... if he wasn’t there to poison Luke, then the red head would certainly be more acceptable to her affections.
And then Luke would return to the way he once was. Before the kidnapping and most definitely before Guy had any major part in his life...
No back then, it was all about her - her and her! Luke never looked at anyone else, but her. He loved her! Damnit he even proposed to her!
So why?! Why does Luke not care now? Instead he sneaks off in the dead of night with his sword strapped on his back, and a wild look on his face to see him. She watches from her bedroom, sees their blades clash from graceful arches in the moonlight. Watches as their weapons are cast aside, and they embrace.
First touching, then kissing... and then - NO! Luke is meant to be hers! So why?!
What does Guy have that she doesn’t? She’s the princess damnit! Princesses are supposed to get their princes - so why won’t Luke be hers? No matter how much she flaunts, she taunts, she flirts - all her efforts to seed a romantic relationship with her beloved are constantly in vain.
Because when she touches Luke, she knows he’s thinking of a certain blonde haired bodyguard. Or when they embrace, he’s looking across the courtyard to where He is standing. Her words are deaf to his ears, as Luke only has mind to pay attention to that lowlife.
She knows Luke doesn’t love her. And it’s slowly killing her inside.
(fin.)
Authoress: never_chan
Fandom: Tales of the Abyss
Claim: Luke Fon Fabre
Theme: #42 - Hyacinth (yellow) / Jealousy
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't own Tales of the Abyss or any of the characters.
Warning: yaoi hinted.
Written for: 30_flowers
Summary: Jealousy rears it’s ugly head.
(Check out the rest of the challenges here)
I - Guy
He hated her. He loathed her. He wished all that pretty blonde hair would just fall out already so all of Baticul could see just how much their precious princess - was in truth nothing more than a loudmouthed, ugly, annoying, brat.
Honestly did she have to hang over Luke like that every second they were forced to be together?! Is she so blind as to see, that he doesn’t like the attention she’s giving him. Doesn’t she know, that Luke isn’t interested in the opposite sex yet (hopefully never) and the things you do are just simply aggravating him?
Stupid, foolish Natalia - Get your dirty hands off of Luke!
He isn’t interested in the things you are. Luke cares more about training, and learning the ways of the sword. He doesn’t look forward to charity banquets nearly as much as he does when Van comes to teach him. And he’s ecstatic when we train together. Does Luke come to your room in the middle of night to ask for your company? As if.
Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!
Can’t you see how uncomfortable you’re making him? Can you even feel is pain? Hear the dark whispers of his mind? Do you even know what he’s thinking right now?
Or course you do. You’re a smart girl, unfortunately.
But you ignore it.
You know Luke is different. Different from the Luke you once knew seven years ago.
He could careless about you. And you know it to.
Luke hates you. Because all you’ve ever done is push and push and push. You’ve created this pristine image of him, and hold high hopes that he’ll comes through for you. But he won’t - because that’s not who it is, or ever will be.
Luke loves me.
Not you. Never you.
So just stop.
II - Natalia
The sight of them together makes her sick. He makes her sick. A mere servant thinking that he has the right to act in such a way in front of royalty.
Who does he think he is?
He’s nothing! Nobody! He doesn’t even belong in our world! If he wasn’t around... if he wasn’t there to poison Luke, then the red head would certainly be more acceptable to her affections.
And then Luke would return to the way he once was. Before the kidnapping and most definitely before Guy had any major part in his life...
No back then, it was all about her - her and her! Luke never looked at anyone else, but her. He loved her! Damnit he even proposed to her!
So why?! Why does Luke not care now? Instead he sneaks off in the dead of night with his sword strapped on his back, and a wild look on his face to see him. She watches from her bedroom, sees their blades clash from graceful arches in the moonlight. Watches as their weapons are cast aside, and they embrace.
First touching, then kissing... and then - NO! Luke is meant to be hers! So why?!
What does Guy have that she doesn’t? She’s the princess damnit! Princesses are supposed to get their princes - so why won’t Luke be hers? No matter how much she flaunts, she taunts, she flirts - all her efforts to seed a romantic relationship with her beloved are constantly in vain.
Because when she touches Luke, she knows he’s thinking of a certain blonde haired bodyguard. Or when they embrace, he’s looking across the courtyard to where He is standing. Her words are deaf to his ears, as Luke only has mind to pay attention to that lowlife.
She knows Luke doesn’t love her. And it’s slowly killing her inside.
(fin.)