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poisonangelTitle: Moving Forward, Looking Back
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Pairing: Cheri/Julia
Word Count: 608
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Author's Note: I meant for this to be an Anissina/Gisela and somehow didn't manage to get either of them into the story at all. I really don't know what happened! This was written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
kkm_challenge's prompt: yuri.
Julia worked very hard at making everything seem effortless. If she were still here she'd tell you that I worked very hard at seeming like I hardly cared.
We were both hiding our insecurities and our doubts from the people we loved. Maybe that is how we could see the truth in each other, but that is all a little too poetic. I must be spending too much time around Gunter.
Our relationship was really quite simple. We needed each other and so we shared ourselves.
It started just shortly after Wolfram's father went missing on a diplomatic mission. I know there are people who would judge me harshly for not waiting longer, but in my heart I knew I'd never see him again.
It always seems that the things I hold on tightest to are always the ones that slip away. Maybe that's why I could understand Conrad's heartache and grief over losing Julia so well. I felt guilty too.
Maybe if we hadn't grown so close. Maybe if I hadn't relied on her comfort and support so much. But life only moves in one direction, and I had to focus on my family after she was gone.
But while she was alive and near, she was very dear to me. Anyone could see we were friends, but no one seemed to suspect more. Perhaps that is because at the heart of it we were friends first. It was less about passion and more about the connection.
Of course, I won't say it was passionless. I could go into more detail, but a lady never tells such things. Needless to say, what Julia lacked in visual acuity she made up for ten fold in her knowing, curious touch.
She kept me warm when I was cold. She made me laugh when I was sad. She was always soft and bright and how could anyone not love her?
Normally, I was not so secretive in my liaisons, but Julia was different. Never before had I been in the position of being with a person one of my children had strong feelings toward. Well, that isn't entirely true. Gwendal had very powerful emotions for Dan Hiri, but they were seldom lovethough perhaps occasionally attraction. A mother knows!
But it was over before it had fully begun. The war kept us both so busy. There were too many people to take care of to worry about what we needed, especially for Julia. She was always far more generous and selfless than I even if she'd argue the point.
We saw less and less of each other and then that fateful day came. The whole time the Shinou gave me the mantle of Maou I bore it as best I could without complaint, but Julia's passing was enough to turn me to a heretic. I wasn't as outspoken as Aldebert or as withdrawn as Conrad, but I did change that day. I was done with the Shinou's plans. I was done being Maou. I was terrible at it anyway which played right into his hands I'm sure.
Things are better with Yuuri here. He has her spirit, her glow, her something special that makes everyone fall in love. I am glad he is our Maou. I'm glad he is here. But unlike some, I don't want to seek my Julia in him.
Life only moves in one direction no matter how many times the past repeats itself.
I did allow myself one sentimental affectation though. My garden with Conrad Stands Upon the Earth, Beautiful Wolfram, Secret Gwendal, and Cheri's Sigh also contains a perfect, white flower nameless to most—Beloved Julia.
Author:
poisonangel7Pairing: Cheri/Julia
Word Count: 608
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Author's Note: I meant for this to be an Anissina/Gisela and somehow didn't manage to get either of them into the story at all. I really don't know what happened! This was written for
kkm_challenge's prompt: yuri.Julia worked very hard at making everything seem effortless. If she were still here she'd tell you that I worked very hard at seeming like I hardly cared.
We were both hiding our insecurities and our doubts from the people we loved. Maybe that is how we could see the truth in each other, but that is all a little too poetic. I must be spending too much time around Gunter.
Our relationship was really quite simple. We needed each other and so we shared ourselves.
It started just shortly after Wolfram's father went missing on a diplomatic mission. I know there are people who would judge me harshly for not waiting longer, but in my heart I knew I'd never see him again.
It always seems that the things I hold on tightest to are always the ones that slip away. Maybe that's why I could understand Conrad's heartache and grief over losing Julia so well. I felt guilty too.
Maybe if we hadn't grown so close. Maybe if I hadn't relied on her comfort and support so much. But life only moves in one direction, and I had to focus on my family after she was gone.
But while she was alive and near, she was very dear to me. Anyone could see we were friends, but no one seemed to suspect more. Perhaps that is because at the heart of it we were friends first. It was less about passion and more about the connection.
Of course, I won't say it was passionless. I could go into more detail, but a lady never tells such things. Needless to say, what Julia lacked in visual acuity she made up for ten fold in her knowing, curious touch.
She kept me warm when I was cold. She made me laugh when I was sad. She was always soft and bright and how could anyone not love her?
Normally, I was not so secretive in my liaisons, but Julia was different. Never before had I been in the position of being with a person one of my children had strong feelings toward. Well, that isn't entirely true. Gwendal had very powerful emotions for Dan Hiri, but they were seldom love
But it was over before it had fully begun. The war kept us both so busy. There were too many people to take care of to worry about what we needed, especially for Julia. She was always far more generous and selfless than I even if she'd argue the point.
We saw less and less of each other and then that fateful day came. The whole time the Shinou gave me the mantle of Maou I bore it as best I could without complaint, but Julia's passing was enough to turn me to a heretic. I wasn't as outspoken as Aldebert or as withdrawn as Conrad, but I did change that day. I was done with the Shinou's plans. I was done being Maou. I was terrible at it anyway which played right into his hands I'm sure.
Things are better with Yuuri here. He has her spirit, her glow, her something special that makes everyone fall in love. I am glad he is our Maou. I'm glad he is here. But unlike some, I don't want to seek my Julia in him.
Life only moves in one direction no matter how many times the past repeats itself.
I did allow myself one sentimental affectation though. My garden with Conrad Stands Upon the Earth, Beautiful Wolfram, Secret Gwendal, and Cheri's Sigh also contains a perfect, white flower nameless to most—Beloved Julia.
