The Nuisance
Jun. 5th, 2012 07:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
knightoftheswanThe problem with being different is that you become a magnet.
Lohengrin doesn't actually want to be here right now. He's rather be anywhere but here. But the hunt is over and an appearance by Siegfried's right hand Knight is expected every now and then. Being in mourning is hardly an excuse to the masses, especially when it's only a woman from another kingdom.
The gaily colored throng looks obscene against his black attire. He gives off a radius of sobriety that causes the murmurs near him to be a bit more reverent, the carousing kept to a small titter of laughter or another glass of wine. But though the guests are packed close around him in the guise of inclusion, all of the sickening mirth is directed elsewhere.
He's had all he can stand of their glee rubbed in his face and he turns to leave. But before he can, he gleans a pair of eyes that are sad like his and blue like Elsa's. That's enough for him to stop and take another look.
Ah. There she is, the guest of honor. The girl that Siegfried has gone on and on about. The Princess that can dance as well as the Prince himself, Tutu. How someone as cheerful as the Prince had always made her out to be can look sad in this revelry is beyond him. It's not as though she knows him or Elsa and she's not dressed in mourning.
He takes his leave, stepping outside to the castle grounds, unaware that he is not alone until well away from the noise.
"Why do you follow me?" Lohengrin asks, not bothering to turn around.
"You're in black," Tutu says.
"Are you always this astute?"
He would think twice about lashing out at one of Siegfried's guests but leaving the party should have made it clear he wants to be alone.
"You're in mourning but still present at the party?"
"I've put in my time; I'm done with it now."
He feels her step closer.
"That's hardly fair to you," she observes.
He rolls his eyes and scoffs.
"Like the crowd cares."
Lohengrin turns to find Tutu standing on his left side.
"People don't always understand," she says. "But I want to."
He turns forward again and says, "It's none of your concern."
"I want it to be."
"Why?" he asks, his head moving almost of its own accord as he turns to look at her once more.
Tutu has angled herself a little more towards him, her expression the same as when she first caught his eye. He finds himself unintentionally mirroring her stance.
"It isn't fair that you're the only one mourning. You shouldn't have to be alone in such sadness. So please, if I can help you with your burden, that's what I want."
He glances away, unsure if he wants her sympathy or if he's even willing to share such things with her. But then his right hand goes to his left and his fingers rub at the wedding band still there.
"Elsa..." he says mostly to himself.
"Hmm?" the girl beside him hums, looking up from his hands.
"Her name was Elsa," he says, this time to Tutu.
And when he looks at her again, she's looking directly in his eyes. Her own are blue, too blue and too deep, and he can see his own eyes and everything he ever felt for Elsa reflected in them.
"You should go back to the party," Lohengrin gets out before he abruptly leaves to return to his quarters.
He can be overwhelmed there, away from those suffocating eyes.
Lohengrin doesn't actually want to be here right now. He's rather be anywhere but here. But the hunt is over and an appearance by Siegfried's right hand Knight is expected every now and then. Being in mourning is hardly an excuse to the masses, especially when it's only a woman from another kingdom.
The gaily colored throng looks obscene against his black attire. He gives off a radius of sobriety that causes the murmurs near him to be a bit more reverent, the carousing kept to a small titter of laughter or another glass of wine. But though the guests are packed close around him in the guise of inclusion, all of the sickening mirth is directed elsewhere.
He's had all he can stand of their glee rubbed in his face and he turns to leave. But before he can, he gleans a pair of eyes that are sad like his and blue like Elsa's. That's enough for him to stop and take another look.
Ah. There she is, the guest of honor. The girl that Siegfried has gone on and on about. The Princess that can dance as well as the Prince himself, Tutu. How someone as cheerful as the Prince had always made her out to be can look sad in this revelry is beyond him. It's not as though she knows him or Elsa and she's not dressed in mourning.
He takes his leave, stepping outside to the castle grounds, unaware that he is not alone until well away from the noise.
"Why do you follow me?" Lohengrin asks, not bothering to turn around.
"You're in black," Tutu says.
"Are you always this astute?"
He would think twice about lashing out at one of Siegfried's guests but leaving the party should have made it clear he wants to be alone.
"You're in mourning but still present at the party?"
"I've put in my time; I'm done with it now."
He feels her step closer.
"That's hardly fair to you," she observes.
He rolls his eyes and scoffs.
"Like the crowd cares."
Lohengrin turns to find Tutu standing on his left side.
"People don't always understand," she says. "But I want to."
He turns forward again and says, "It's none of your concern."
"I want it to be."
"Why?" he asks, his head moving almost of its own accord as he turns to look at her once more.
Tutu has angled herself a little more towards him, her expression the same as when she first caught his eye. He finds himself unintentionally mirroring her stance.
"It isn't fair that you're the only one mourning. You shouldn't have to be alone in such sadness. So please, if I can help you with your burden, that's what I want."
He glances away, unsure if he wants her sympathy or if he's even willing to share such things with her. But then his right hand goes to his left and his fingers rub at the wedding band still there.
"Elsa..." he says mostly to himself.
"Hmm?" the girl beside him hums, looking up from his hands.
"Her name was Elsa," he says, this time to Tutu.
And when he looks at her again, she's looking directly in his eyes. Her own are blue, too blue and too deep, and he can see his own eyes and everything he ever felt for Elsa reflected in them.
"You should go back to the party," Lohengrin gets out before he abruptly leaves to return to his quarters.
He can be overwhelmed there, away from those suffocating eyes.
