/kicks plot Dietrichs
Who: Radu / (female) Ciel,
Prompt Table: #3.
Lyrics: Exit Light,
Enter Night,
Take my hand,
We’re off to Never-Never Land.
What: I’m not quite sure on that myself.
Warnings: I fail at writing?
They don’t talk about the past or the future. And even if they do, certain topics or memories, or even are barely touched upon. It works for them.
It’s not because of some elaborate scheme of deceit based on one-upmanship or to retain an air of mystery, or anything else of the sort. (Barring the fact that, sometimes it actually is.) It’s just because that’s the way it is. Ciel, as far as she can remember in one way or another has always had her own secrets, trivial or not, and she can tell at a glance Radu is the same way. They both have their skeletons locked in closets somewhere. (Though, in Radu’s case those skeletons may be burned to ashes, but that is a different matter altogether.) It all boils down to the fact that she’s wired that way, to keep secrets and take them to her grave, and so is Radu. (Radu being ever the eloquent one would mumble something about already being dead here; Ciel isn’t sure on that. She’s tends to ignore his mumbling on principle.)
So it naturally makes sense, that curiosity be damned, some questions are better left unasked. It’s not the other’s business. (Because really, after the first few anecdotes Ciel decides that no, she probably doesn’t want to know about Mirka, or Radu’s insane up-bringing; and Radu could do without hearing about Eli and his need to turn everything, including Ciel, cute.) She doesn’t need to know why Radu dreads dreaming, dreads sleep sometimes; or question the reason for the tattoo on his back, or his fear of pentagrams and dolls. (Dolls? She asks eyebrow raised, and he nods almost rigidly offering no back story. And Ciel decides that considering it’s Radu, and he’s form the future, and that the future is mad, she’s probably better off not knowing.) It works the other way around too. He doesn’t need to know the story behind her brand, the true nature of her relationship with Sebastian, or her need to sleep with a gun under her pillow. (He does need to stop making those obscene jokes about what she does with the gun though, because lover or not, she will shoot him. Right between his teeth.)
It’s not like knowing will change anything anyway. Even if they did find out, it isn’t like they would see each other any much differently than they currently already do. (All right that may be a lie. She did look at him rather strangely when he once told her about his grandmother forcing him in a bridal gown. And he still takes a sadistic amusement in the fact that she had to disguise herself as a girl for a party, considering she was a girl cross-dressing as a boy in the first place.) She’s had her reasons, and he probably had his, they made their choices and lived with the consequences.
Besides it’s not like what they have is permanent. They’ll eventually go back to their own lives once they find their way out of here. In her time he is far away into a future that she has no hope of reaching. And to his world she’s an evanescent ghost of the past distant enough to only be merely an echo. (Unless they find one of those useful time-machines that seem so popular in the those novels Radu likes reading.)
Their main reason for the lack of discussion on the past or future however, is less complex and more selfish. They can’t undo each other’s past, and they aren’t moronic enough to try and fight an obvious fate their futures hold. What they have only exists in this non-existent place removed from time.
What use is there then, in ruining the little time they have here, by bringing up matters they have no control over, when that time can be spent more pleasantly?
Like for example Ciel relaxing against Radu while amusedly observing her alternate make a fool of himself in a sari in front of Sebastian and the household staff courtesy of a lost bet to Soma.
“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?”
“You can’t even possibly begin to fathom how much.”
Prompt Table: #3.
Lyrics: Exit Light,
Enter Night,
Take my hand,
We’re off to Never-Never Land.
What: I’m not quite sure on that myself.
Warnings: I fail at writing?
They don’t talk about the past or the future. And even if they do, certain topics or memories, or even are barely touched upon. It works for them.
It’s not because of some elaborate scheme of deceit based on one-upmanship or to retain an air of mystery, or anything else of the sort. (Barring the fact that, sometimes it actually is.) It’s just because that’s the way it is. Ciel, as far as she can remember in one way or another has always had her own secrets, trivial or not, and she can tell at a glance Radu is the same way. They both have their skeletons locked in closets somewhere. (Though, in Radu’s case those skeletons may be burned to ashes, but that is a different matter altogether.) It all boils down to the fact that she’s wired that way, to keep secrets and take them to her grave, and so is Radu. (Radu being ever the eloquent one would mumble something about already being dead here; Ciel isn’t sure on that. She’s tends to ignore his mumbling on principle.)
So it naturally makes sense, that curiosity be damned, some questions are better left unasked. It’s not the other’s business. (Because really, after the first few anecdotes Ciel decides that no, she probably doesn’t want to know about Mirka, or Radu’s insane up-bringing; and Radu could do without hearing about Eli and his need to turn everything, including Ciel, cute.) She doesn’t need to know why Radu dreads dreaming, dreads sleep sometimes; or question the reason for the tattoo on his back, or his fear of pentagrams and dolls. (Dolls? She asks eyebrow raised, and he nods almost rigidly offering no back story. And Ciel decides that considering it’s Radu, and he’s form the future, and that the future is mad, she’s probably better off not knowing.) It works the other way around too. He doesn’t need to know the story behind her brand, the true nature of her relationship with Sebastian, or her need to sleep with a gun under her pillow. (He does need to stop making those obscene jokes about what she does with the gun though, because lover or not, she will shoot him. Right between his teeth.)
It’s not like knowing will change anything anyway. Even if they did find out, it isn’t like they would see each other any much differently than they currently already do. (All right that may be a lie. She did look at him rather strangely when he once told her about his grandmother forcing him in a bridal gown. And he still takes a sadistic amusement in the fact that she had to disguise herself as a girl for a party, considering she was a girl cross-dressing as a boy in the first place.) She’s had her reasons, and he probably had his, they made their choices and lived with the consequences.
Besides it’s not like what they have is permanent. They’ll eventually go back to their own lives once they find their way out of here. In her time he is far away into a future that she has no hope of reaching. And to his world she’s an evanescent ghost of the past distant enough to only be merely an echo. (Unless they find one of those useful time-machines that seem so popular in the those novels Radu likes reading.)
Their main reason for the lack of discussion on the past or future however, is less complex and more selfish. They can’t undo each other’s past, and they aren’t moronic enough to try and fight an obvious fate their futures hold. What they have only exists in this non-existent place removed from time.
What use is there then, in ruining the little time they have here, by bringing up matters they have no control over, when that time can be spent more pleasantly?
Like for example Ciel relaxing against Radu while amusedly observing her alternate make a fool of himself in a sari in front of Sebastian and the household staff courtesy of a lost bet to Soma.
“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?”
“You can’t even possibly begin to fathom how much.”