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go heavy on me
Title: go heavy on me
Fandom: The Gray Garden, Mogeko Castle
Character(s): Ivlis, Yonaka
Pairing(s): Ivlis/Yonaka
Genre: Angst
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Summary: Revenge, the inability to attain it, and some consolations.
Notes: Yaaaay still writing.
Yonaka Kurai is a human being, and she knows her limitations.
She knows exactly who the sources of Ivlis’s pains are. She sees two of them frequently, though Ivlis tries to get her and his other subordinates to hide when Satanick or Reficul come around. Of the pair, Satanick is the worst to Ivlis, in ways that Yonaka understands deeply. Defeating Satanick seems more doable than taking down Reficul.
But just because it’s ‘more’ doable doesn’t mean she could actually accomplish anything helpful. Even if she managed to stab Satanick right in his heart, it wouldn’t do more than annoy him. When it comes to the affairs of Devils, she’s useless.
Does that mean she has to watch Ivlis slink back to his throne every time Satanick leaves, bruised in new places each time and trying so desperately to pretend that nothing’s wrong? Does that mean she should just give up on him finding happiness?
“Ivlis, promise me something.”
Ivlis, sitting on his throne, turns to glance at her beside him. “What?”
“You’re an asshole, and I’m not going to deny it.” Before he can do more than narrow his eyes at her, Yonaka goes on. “But you don’t deserve this. Promise me, no matter how long it takes you to get your power back, no matter how long you have to suffer because of them, that they never will make you think you deserve this.”
Ivlis’s expression softens slightly. “Heh, you don’t need to tell me that. ...I promise.”
Even for a Devil, some things can’t be done.
Ivlis has been in the Pitch World too many times to count, and he knows where to find the hellhole known as Mogeko Castle. It’s easy enough to get there, if you’re looking, and sometimes if you aren’t.
A few words can set the entire place ablaze. When he’s not dragged there by Satanick, Ivlis usually comes to visit just to torch the place.
He does this over and over, because no matter how many times he burns it to the ground, Mogeko Castle springs up again within a few days. It’s less a building and more a world of itself, a permanent fixture in the Pitch World’s landscape.
Even if he were to destroy Mogeko Castle for good, he’s not sure that it would help Yonaka any. Her nightmares that wake them both in the middle of the night, the way she flinches at the sight of Poemi’s playrooms, these are more difficult to fix than just burning down a building.
But Ivlis doesn’t know how to help her.
“Yonaka,” he asks, in a rare fit of honesty, “why do you stay here?”
She opens her mouth before stopping to think over the question. “You make me feel safe.”
That makes sense. If anyone actually tried to hurt her, he would destroy them in an instant.
“And I love you,” she adds. “I don’t want to be anywhere else.”
That part he doesn’t get, but it makes him happy, somehow.
Fandom: The Gray Garden, Mogeko Castle
Character(s): Ivlis, Yonaka
Pairing(s): Ivlis/Yonaka
Genre: Angst
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Summary: Revenge, the inability to attain it, and some consolations.
Notes: Yaaaay still writing.
Yonaka Kurai is a human being, and she knows her limitations.
She knows exactly who the sources of Ivlis’s pains are. She sees two of them frequently, though Ivlis tries to get her and his other subordinates to hide when Satanick or Reficul come around. Of the pair, Satanick is the worst to Ivlis, in ways that Yonaka understands deeply. Defeating Satanick seems more doable than taking down Reficul.
But just because it’s ‘more’ doable doesn’t mean she could actually accomplish anything helpful. Even if she managed to stab Satanick right in his heart, it wouldn’t do more than annoy him. When it comes to the affairs of Devils, she’s useless.
Does that mean she has to watch Ivlis slink back to his throne every time Satanick leaves, bruised in new places each time and trying so desperately to pretend that nothing’s wrong? Does that mean she should just give up on him finding happiness?
“Ivlis, promise me something.”
Ivlis, sitting on his throne, turns to glance at her beside him. “What?”
“You’re an asshole, and I’m not going to deny it.” Before he can do more than narrow his eyes at her, Yonaka goes on. “But you don’t deserve this. Promise me, no matter how long it takes you to get your power back, no matter how long you have to suffer because of them, that they never will make you think you deserve this.”
Ivlis’s expression softens slightly. “Heh, you don’t need to tell me that. ...I promise.”
Even for a Devil, some things can’t be done.
Ivlis has been in the Pitch World too many times to count, and he knows where to find the hellhole known as Mogeko Castle. It’s easy enough to get there, if you’re looking, and sometimes if you aren’t.
A few words can set the entire place ablaze. When he’s not dragged there by Satanick, Ivlis usually comes to visit just to torch the place.
He does this over and over, because no matter how many times he burns it to the ground, Mogeko Castle springs up again within a few days. It’s less a building and more a world of itself, a permanent fixture in the Pitch World’s landscape.
Even if he were to destroy Mogeko Castle for good, he’s not sure that it would help Yonaka any. Her nightmares that wake them both in the middle of the night, the way she flinches at the sight of Poemi’s playrooms, these are more difficult to fix than just burning down a building.
But Ivlis doesn’t know how to help her.
“Yonaka,” he asks, in a rare fit of honesty, “why do you stay here?”
She opens her mouth before stopping to think over the question. “You make me feel safe.”
That makes sense. If anyone actually tried to hurt her, he would destroy them in an instant.
“And I love you,” she adds. “I don’t want to be anywhere else.”
That part he doesn’t get, but it makes him happy, somehow.