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Rudorufu (rudorufu) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,

But he didn't want to pry.... That was what Rudolf had been about to say. The words died in his throat as Armand lowered his head to Rudolf's neck. He swallowed hard, and shut his eyes tightly. It was like the stories, like the woman who'd bathed in blood. He realized what Armand was going to do, and despaired that there was nothing he could do to stop it. Just like he couldn't stop his father. Like he couldn't make mother understand.

He heard Armand's words in his head, and that startled him out of his thoughts. Instinctively, he clutched the hand holding his more tightly, as if to brace against the pain. And there was pain, sharp, hot, centered on his neck. He couldn't see what Armand was doing, but he could feel it, just for a moment.

And then, Rudolf found himself thinking of his mother. Of snuggling into her embrace when he was a boy, when she'd come in and demanded his horrible tutors leave immediately. The day the beatings had stopped, and he'd felt safe and secure, at least for a little while. The feeling engulfed him, and he clutched Armand's hand tighter still, but not out of fear any longer.

The images in his mind shifted, and he thought of his friend, his dear, dear friend, and the night the man had first come to Rudolf in the palace, comforting the crying boy, paying attention to him and calming his fears. More safety, more happiness, rare in his childhood. The thrill of playing tricks on all those stuffy advisers, tripping them in the hallways of the palace or sneaking worms into their meals. The secret smiles shared with only his friend. He was always so eager to please the other man, to have the rare smile directed at him, to feel the other man's hand on his shoulder or ruffling the hair on his head.

Rudolf lost himself in the memories. His worried face changed, a blissful smile replacing the frightened scowl, and he relaxed into Armand's embrace, forgetting it was the creature holding him fast and not his dear friend, as he imagined.