My Only Love, chapter 5
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scripsiTitle: My Only Love
Fandom: Versailles
Rating: Explicit
Genre: Drama
Word Count: 1004
Chapters: 5/?
Characters/pairing: Fabien Marchal/Sophie de Clermont.
Warnings: Torture, bondage, choking, knifeplay, rough sex
Summary: Estranged from Fabien, Sophie returns to Versailles, continuing her work as his spy. When Fabien decides to play a long game with Sophie as pawn, the hopes of them finding each other again, gets dangerously close to be permanently shattered. A sequel to Falling.
The euphoria only lasted until it was over. Fabien released her and stepped back to arrange his clothes, and Sophie sank down to the floor. She felt empty, all fire inside her had burned to ashes, and now she was bone tired. Clad only in stocking and shoes and the sorry remains of her chemise she now realised how cold she was, and how much her whole body hurt. And there was a terribly ache inside her too, as if the knife Fabien had wielded had pierced straight through her heart. Closing her eyes Sophie curled up against the wall. She needed stand up, to find her clothes, get warm again and to rest, but she could not make herself move. Fabien said her name, but Sophie didn’t respond, not even when he crouched down in front of her. Not until he lightly touched her shoulder did she look up at him.
“It was a cruel game you played in there, Fabien.”
“I thought you didn’t care for him.”
“I don’t. I’m not talking about him, I’m talking about me.”
Sophie voice quavered and took a deep breath to compose herself.
“Have I not always done what you have asked of me. And done it well?”
“Yes, you have.”
“I have only asked you for one thing, when I started to work for you. One thing; to not be kept in the dark. Do you remember?”
“I do.”
“And you still put me through this ignorant of your intentions. Did you, even for a moment, consider what it would do to me?”
To her surprise he looked away. “No, I did not.”
“What will happen now? Are you going to use me again like this, with no thoughts of me? Do you think I am heartless, just because you are?”
Sophie had been on the verge of tears many times this night, but now she could not hold them back anymore. She buried her face in her hands, and let them fall freely.
“I wish I still hated you!”
Fabien didn’t answer. Instead he lifted her to her feet and led her to the fireplace where the air was warmer. Sophie continued to cry, hard angry sobs, and for a few minutes he let her be. When her weeping grew less frenzied he pulled away her hands, and gave her his handkerchief. Sophie wiped her eyes and nose, feeling even more drained after her outburst.
“We need to talk,” Fabien said. “But I must go back now. I will come to your room later.”
Sophie nodded, too tired and unhappy to speak. She allowed Fabien to help her into her skirt, and to wrap her mantle around her, pulling up the hood to hide her tear-swollen face and ruined hairstyle. The rest of her clothes he bunched up tightly and gave back to her, before he opened the door and ordered a guard to bring her back to her room. The hour was late, and the corridors deserted, but in her rooms Sophie found Mariette waiting for her. When her maid saw Sophie she gasped.
“What has happened, Mademoiselle?”
“It’s not important.”
“It’s Monsieur Marchal’s doing.”
Sophie gave her a sharp glance.
“What makes you say that?”
“Oh, I’ve always known. But it wasn’t my place to say anything, and what could I do? I’m only a servant. But it’s a shame what he do to you. He is a cruel man, and a powerful one. No one would dare to defy him. But it’s a shame it happens to Mademoiselle who is so kind and gentle.”
Sophie was on the verge of saying it was not as bad as it looked, but then she saw herself in the mirror, and the words died on her lips. There were bruises forming on her arms and throat, and her mouth was swollen. And then there was the blood streaking her skin and soaked into the remains of her chemise. Though the cuts, upon inspection were shallow and already closing over, once again Fabien had known exactly what he was doing, this was still bad. To deny it would not bring comfort to either of them.
She allowed Mariette to undress and wash her before wrapping her into her softest robe. Sitting in front of the fire, while Mariette combed her hair free from the many tangles Fabien’s handling had left, Sophie thought of what had happened. She still felt heartsick and mistreated, and she knew why. Fabien using her as a mindless tool would not have hurt this bad, if she had not loved him. When their relationship had started it had made her feel strong, because she had only wanted the physical release it had given her. Now it only made her weak, and if this continued, it would crush her. It didn’t matter he knew nothing of her feelings, he had the power to break her heart as long as she cared for him.
Sophie needed to protect herself, but then she must become the kind of person she did not want to be. She must do what her mother had done; harden her heart, and let bitterness and coldness shield her. It was a bleak future, but Sophie could not see any other way around. Perhaps sleep and rest would provide her with other answers, and Sophie decided to not wait for Fabien but go to bed instead. What did he want to say anyway? Once again that she had no other choices than doing his bidding, Sophie supposed. She felt far too weary to sit up and wait for something she did not care to hear. Fabien could wake her up if he wanted to.
Mariette finished her ministrations with braiding Sophie’s long hair, and Sophie dismissed her. It was a relief to lie down between cool linen sheets which smelled sweetly of lavender. It was a comforting smell, and despite her sore and aching body, Sophie, fell asleep almost as soon as she had put her head on the pillow.
Fandom: Versailles
Rating: Explicit
Genre: Drama
Word Count: 1004
Chapters: 5/?
Characters/pairing: Fabien Marchal/Sophie de Clermont.
Warnings: Torture, bondage, choking, knifeplay, rough sex
Summary: Estranged from Fabien, Sophie returns to Versailles, continuing her work as his spy. When Fabien decides to play a long game with Sophie as pawn, the hopes of them finding each other again, gets dangerously close to be permanently shattered. A sequel to Falling.
The euphoria only lasted until it was over. Fabien released her and stepped back to arrange his clothes, and Sophie sank down to the floor. She felt empty, all fire inside her had burned to ashes, and now she was bone tired. Clad only in stocking and shoes and the sorry remains of her chemise she now realised how cold she was, and how much her whole body hurt. And there was a terribly ache inside her too, as if the knife Fabien had wielded had pierced straight through her heart. Closing her eyes Sophie curled up against the wall. She needed stand up, to find her clothes, get warm again and to rest, but she could not make herself move. Fabien said her name, but Sophie didn’t respond, not even when he crouched down in front of her. Not until he lightly touched her shoulder did she look up at him.
“It was a cruel game you played in there, Fabien.”
“I thought you didn’t care for him.”
“I don’t. I’m not talking about him, I’m talking about me.”
Sophie voice quavered and took a deep breath to compose herself.
“Have I not always done what you have asked of me. And done it well?”
“Yes, you have.”
“I have only asked you for one thing, when I started to work for you. One thing; to not be kept in the dark. Do you remember?”
“I do.”
“And you still put me through this ignorant of your intentions. Did you, even for a moment, consider what it would do to me?”
To her surprise he looked away. “No, I did not.”
“What will happen now? Are you going to use me again like this, with no thoughts of me? Do you think I am heartless, just because you are?”
Sophie had been on the verge of tears many times this night, but now she could not hold them back anymore. She buried her face in her hands, and let them fall freely.
“I wish I still hated you!”
Fabien didn’t answer. Instead he lifted her to her feet and led her to the fireplace where the air was warmer. Sophie continued to cry, hard angry sobs, and for a few minutes he let her be. When her weeping grew less frenzied he pulled away her hands, and gave her his handkerchief. Sophie wiped her eyes and nose, feeling even more drained after her outburst.
“We need to talk,” Fabien said. “But I must go back now. I will come to your room later.”
Sophie nodded, too tired and unhappy to speak. She allowed Fabien to help her into her skirt, and to wrap her mantle around her, pulling up the hood to hide her tear-swollen face and ruined hairstyle. The rest of her clothes he bunched up tightly and gave back to her, before he opened the door and ordered a guard to bring her back to her room. The hour was late, and the corridors deserted, but in her rooms Sophie found Mariette waiting for her. When her maid saw Sophie she gasped.
“What has happened, Mademoiselle?”
“It’s not important.”
“It’s Monsieur Marchal’s doing.”
Sophie gave her a sharp glance.
“What makes you say that?”
“Oh, I’ve always known. But it wasn’t my place to say anything, and what could I do? I’m only a servant. But it’s a shame what he do to you. He is a cruel man, and a powerful one. No one would dare to defy him. But it’s a shame it happens to Mademoiselle who is so kind and gentle.”
Sophie was on the verge of saying it was not as bad as it looked, but then she saw herself in the mirror, and the words died on her lips. There were bruises forming on her arms and throat, and her mouth was swollen. And then there was the blood streaking her skin and soaked into the remains of her chemise. Though the cuts, upon inspection were shallow and already closing over, once again Fabien had known exactly what he was doing, this was still bad. To deny it would not bring comfort to either of them.
She allowed Mariette to undress and wash her before wrapping her into her softest robe. Sitting in front of the fire, while Mariette combed her hair free from the many tangles Fabien’s handling had left, Sophie thought of what had happened. She still felt heartsick and mistreated, and she knew why. Fabien using her as a mindless tool would not have hurt this bad, if she had not loved him. When their relationship had started it had made her feel strong, because she had only wanted the physical release it had given her. Now it only made her weak, and if this continued, it would crush her. It didn’t matter he knew nothing of her feelings, he had the power to break her heart as long as she cared for him.
Sophie needed to protect herself, but then she must become the kind of person she did not want to be. She must do what her mother had done; harden her heart, and let bitterness and coldness shield her. It was a bleak future, but Sophie could not see any other way around. Perhaps sleep and rest would provide her with other answers, and Sophie decided to not wait for Fabien but go to bed instead. What did he want to say anyway? Once again that she had no other choices than doing his bidding, Sophie supposed. She felt far too weary to sit up and wait for something she did not care to hear. Fabien could wake her up if he wanted to.
Mariette finished her ministrations with braiding Sophie’s long hair, and Sophie dismissed her. It was a relief to lie down between cool linen sheets which smelled sweetly of lavender. It was a comforting smell, and despite her sore and aching body, Sophie, fell asleep almost as soon as she had put her head on the pillow.
