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 | ONE SHOT - Childish Desires |
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 4.67 with 12 vote(s)
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| Created: 2009-04-09 14:28:35 |
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A/N: EdwardxNicky [Forbidden Fruit]
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AT that tender age, Edward never suspected that the curiosity he felt at the sight of that younger child would blossom into something so much more substantial. It was far too complex and forward thinking for the fourteen year old. So he watched with his inexplicable interest as the dark haired boy spoke with quiet tones to his father, solemnity and mourning in those big, dark eyes of his as his hand dropped from the woman’s beside him. There was something about him, although Edward couldn’t quite put his finger on what.
The boy, whose name he was to learn later was Nicholas Rodager, was a skinny lad, brunette curls tied back around an oval face. His skin was a warm honey colour that spoke of many hours out in the sunshine, probably playing and getting dirty in the streets below. The thought made Edward a little jealous. He wasn’t allowed to do such unruly things.
“Master Edward, it’s rude to pry,” the nanny, Lissy, chivvied gently, but Edward ignored her. He never listened to the nanny, never. He didn’t like the way she would lightly tell him right from wrong. It wasn’t her place to educate him in such things. It was his mothers’, and he would accept no other teacher. Fiercely loyal to his mother, was Edward. It was often why he fought against his father, a thing that would only get worse in the future, leading to a mutual dislike on both parts.
The woman, who he assumed to be Nicholas’s mother, had a hard look about her. She glared at his father with a hatred so pure and so fiery that Edward found himself rather liking the women despite only ever setting eyes on her for these few moments. Anyone who disliked his father was in instant friend to him. The boy stared up at his mother, touching the back of her hand just once and the woman stopped mid sentence to look down at the boy. Edward was shocked by the look in her eyes. The harsh cold blue had softened with infinite affection and care. A bolt of loneliness shot through the young noble’s body, spiking his heart with momentary misery at his own loss.
The soft touch had been a warning, Edward came to believe. A warning to tell the mother to stop before the Lord truly got angry. He was protecting her, his mother. And the woman harkened to her son’s concern, and her tone dropped into an icy politeness. The boy smiled faintly and Edward liked that smile. It made the younger boys’ face light up beautifully, and the mourning in his eyes gave way to a glittery, unobtrusive happiness, merely tinged by the previous sombreness.
“Brother, just what are you looking at?” Before Edward could answer, Isobel had pushed him aside and peered through the gap of the door and the door frame where Edward had been looking, full of jostling curiosity. She pulled back, a perfectly schooled look of disbelief marring her pretty features. “A servant?” she scoffed incredulously. “You’re staring at a servant? Why give them more attention then they deserve? They are filthy creatures. Leave the door and come play with me.” Edward raised an eyebrow at the demand, her insult towards the new quiet servant boy offending him somehow.
“Why should I?” he retorted childishly, eyes flashing darkly. “I wouldn’t want to play with you anyway; you’re just an annoying little girl.”
“Master Edward!” Lissy gasped, appalled by the boys’ harsh dismissal of his younger sister. Cool eyes, already practised in the ease of indifference, lingered on the maid before he turned back to the door. They didn’t understand, the maid and his sister. Especially his sister. She didn’t see the intrigue this boy possessed, or the beauty of normalcy the boy exerted with immeasurable ease. She couldn’t see his potential, and therefore could never understand the curious attraction Edward felt towards the younger boy.
The servant boy was nodding respectfully to the Lords’ words, and Edward watched quietly, ignoring the muffled tears of his sister at his harsh words. He was annoyed with her. He wouldn’t apologise yet. Then the woman was embracing the boy, and the servant child looked saddened, his eyes dark and stormy as the woman drew back. He ducked his head, muttering his farewells as the woman was banished from the home by the Lord. The boy swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing in throat. His eyes were awash with unshed tears, and his misery was somehow stunning. And his gaze flicked up, darting to the door where Edward was studying him silently.
And Edward smiled the cheeky half smile that would, one day, come to melt Nicky’s heart in an instant, and, for that one moment, before the servant boys’ attention was drawn once again to the large oaf of a Lord in front of him, Edward saw a glimmer of cautious smile.
And Edward was content. He inched the door closed with a thoughtful smile, mind scheming and plotting ways in which to speak to the boy without his father finding out, ways in which he could get to know the boy. Because that was what he wanted, to know the boy, befriend the boy. It was what he desired. And he always got what he desired.
“Isobel,” he called finally, turning from the door, happy that he had garnered the boys’ attention and resolved in the task to keep it. “I’m sorry. You’re not annoying and I do want to play with you. Just don’t insult the servants again. They are… interesting…” Isobel sniffed, her eyes reddened by tears both natural and forced.
“You are too strange, Edward,” she huffed. “It’s almost as if you are trying to not fit in.” And Edward just smiled once more, agreeing with his sisters’ statement whole-heartedly. |
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