The Heart Knows No Bounds

last words meme ||accepting @retributor

It hurt immensely–the pounding wound in his chest–each breath seemed to burn in his chest. But yet staring into the swaying fabric, there was only one thing that was painfully clear. It had to be dealt with.

Fernand could barely prop himself up on the bed by the time his guest entered, in all the pomp and circumstance he could have expected from him. But his hazel eyes no longer saw the pious god–no–he saw the young sailor he was foolishly jealous of. And the longer he stared, the more vivid the image was; the soft breeze of the sea and the gentle sun brushing on his skin.

The injured man gestured to a vacant chair up against the wall, knowing fully that the ghost before him would refuse, much like he refused to bend to the will of fortune. He refused and forged himself out of fire, while the other regretted every decision he made up to this very moment. A fitting conclusion to an uneasy tale.

With a weak hand he waved the servants away, who were startled at the notion, but obeyed anyway. They looked at the pale skeleton of a man and knew that there wasn’t anything that could keep him by the life he held in such high regards.

“You may not believe what I say to be truthful, but I am too far to worry about it.” he muttered, only after he heard the door shut behind the last servant, “I’ve thought of more elaborate ways to tell you, ways that would avoid confrontation, but it seems that the fates have chosen differently.”

“I regret what I’ve done, Edmond. You never deserved what my jealousy forced you into to. I stole so much from you that I would never be able to repay my due, neither in this life or the next.” He felt tears prickle at the corner of his eyes, though he would never know whether it was from the pain or just the idiotic emotions he felt. It wouldn’t have mattered at this point, with the colors fading and his breath slowing. 

“I’m sorry Edmond, I’m so sorry Edmond. “

it’s been so long guys, it’s been so long i looked through my drafts, but hey, let’s get crazy

( ☆ ) ❛ well, you’d better send it soon, then–every passing moment increases the humiliation! ❜

“I doubt it can get much worse from here.”

( ☆ ) He tilted his head, a smirk dancing across his lips as he finally relaxed his fist, letting his hand fall to his side. “The feeling is mutual–in fact, I suppose you can say that I am honored,” he drawled slowly as his superior approached from behind, hiding a very wide smile behind one ringed hand. “I have heard much about you, from all sorts of people. I never thought I would meet the ‘legend’ himself.”

Hasan stepped forward once again, but his hands were loose and relaxed. Slowly, he inclined his head towards Mondego, reaching out for him once more–but he did not strike once again; instead, his hand grasped the other man’s jaw roughly, craning his neck in trying to get a better look at him. “And to think you were once nobility. Says quite a lot about the French aristocracy, if you ask me,” he muttered after a moment, letting go of him. “My Pasha–forgive my impunity, but if I may, what is his purpose for being here?”

Haydée waved her hand, dismissive of his apology. “My sanjak-bey, he is here because, as much of a waste of air and space as he is, he refuses to die, for some reason that I doubt he himself knows–he never knew much, you know? And besides, if he is going to survive, it would be best for it to be under my watchful eye, trapped in the pashalik he ruined. Does that not sound fitting, Count Mondego?” The title was spoken slowly, mockingly, as if the Pasha was adding another large handful of salt to the mountain already burning his wounds. ( ☆ )

Still dazed, his body visibly tensed as his jaw was clasped between his fingers. Being examined like a racehorse for auction wasn’t an odd feeling, but it was very much unwelcomed. He retained some of his former ego, pulling his jaw free and taking yet another step back. “I wouldn’t judge a whole class of men on my actions alone, monsieur. There are people actually worthy of their title.” he retorted, having moved his focus to keep his anger from doing anything stupider than what he already did.

Their words no longer hurt; he has convinced himself of worse things in his own mind. The only reason he hasn’t died yet is probably because he acquired the skill to ignore both the antagonists in his mind and the ones who relished on reminding him of the past.  "As a man whose fate currently lies in your hands, madame Pasha, I have no other choice but to agree.” Especially when my other option is rendering the armored guards defenseless.

“I’m relieved of all other duties, which renders me avaliable for whatever you would require me for.” he added, dropping to his gaze to the ground.

( ☆ ) “Ooooh, you flatter me so much,” Haydée cooed sarcastically, placing her hands on the table before him and making exaggerated kissing noises before sticking out her tongue. “Tell you what, if they stop by again, I’ll give them your number, yeah?” she offered, releasing herself from the table. “That is, if I can’t get ahold of you in person. They seemed to be nice girls, so I don’t think you’ll have to worry about the kind of filth that you don’t like.”

Her own eyes drifted towards the large, neon digital clock behind her before she looked back at him with a raised eyebrow. “Look, I know that you’re dealing with some, ah, troubles at the moment, but isn’t it time for you to head back and get ready…? Unless you’re going to jump onstage from down here and wing it.” ( ☆ )

He reluctantly scooted off of the stool he sat on, running his fingers through his hair. “About winging it...I love you and all that jazz, but please don’t play ‘All the Single Ladies’ when I go on, no matter how much the guys pay you. I don’t know if I can hula hoop twenty hula-hoops at the same time again. Just please stay away from...all those songs. I’m not ready to improvise that hard.”

Fernand had dawned a subtle, pleading look in his eyes--one that lack a protruding lower lip and upturned eyebrows to soften his completion. He doubt that it would work, but trying never hurt.”As for finding me, I doubt I’ll leave backstage until long after closing to avoid a certain problem, so you shouldn’t have much trouble finding me.”

god damn it villefort. they weren’t................supposed to fine out...............did you make pamphlets to share with everyone????????you fucked up, justice-crazed iguana