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Title: Keeping Up Appearances
Pairings/Characters: Luigi/Amber
Rating: PG
Summary: We still need to keep up appearances, after all: incest is one of the last remaining taboos.
Word Count: 379
Warnings: Implied incest, post-opera.
We sleep together, most nights, now. Now that it doesn't matter, that no one is around to see who would care, that no one who sees would ever tell. Elizabeth would cut out her own tongue before she'd betray the confidence of a Largo. There was a time when I would have taken that for granted, because she was loyal to my father and he inspired that kind of loyalty; when I think about it applied to myself, it makes me shiver because I feel so undeserving of it.
I am no Rotti Largo, after all.
He still uses his room – for paperwork, for reading his news feeds, for casual sex with occasional GENterns or socialites or whatever. We still need to keep up appearances, after all: incest is one of the last remaining taboos. But after he's fucked them, he kicks them out, like he always has, and then he comes into my room and slips into bed with me. Sometimes we have sex, to take the taste of the other woman out of his mouth, to remind me that I am the beloved, the needed, the wanted and they are just fine gestures to the world that Luigi Largo is still on the prowl.
Sometimes he goes to bed first, usually because I am working late on something – my gestures for the sake of appearances are generally more public and less naked – and there is always something to do, the company devoured what little of my father Marni didn't destroy, and I'm afraid of it doing that to me, sometimes. I don't do well with early-morning appointments – the only thing I can reliably do before ten in the morning is skate, which never required much thought – so when they're necessary he takes them for me and it means he needs to go to bed sooner.
When I eventually turn off my monitor and step into the high-speed elevator to the penthouse, trying not to close my eyes until I'm all the way home, all I can think about is curling up next to him. He is waiting for me, asleep in my bed, and the thing I will never tell anyone about, the thing that makes me smile every time I see it?
He's holding my Hello Kitty.
Pairings/Characters: Luigi/Amber
Rating: PG
Summary: We still need to keep up appearances, after all: incest is one of the last remaining taboos.
Word Count: 379
Warnings: Implied incest, post-opera.
We sleep together, most nights, now. Now that it doesn't matter, that no one is around to see who would care, that no one who sees would ever tell. Elizabeth would cut out her own tongue before she'd betray the confidence of a Largo. There was a time when I would have taken that for granted, because she was loyal to my father and he inspired that kind of loyalty; when I think about it applied to myself, it makes me shiver because I feel so undeserving of it.
I am no Rotti Largo, after all.
He still uses his room – for paperwork, for reading his news feeds, for casual sex with occasional GENterns or socialites or whatever. We still need to keep up appearances, after all: incest is one of the last remaining taboos. But after he's fucked them, he kicks them out, like he always has, and then he comes into my room and slips into bed with me. Sometimes we have sex, to take the taste of the other woman out of his mouth, to remind me that I am the beloved, the needed, the wanted and they are just fine gestures to the world that Luigi Largo is still on the prowl.
Sometimes he goes to bed first, usually because I am working late on something – my gestures for the sake of appearances are generally more public and less naked – and there is always something to do, the company devoured what little of my father Marni didn't destroy, and I'm afraid of it doing that to me, sometimes. I don't do well with early-morning appointments – the only thing I can reliably do before ten in the morning is skate, which never required much thought – so when they're necessary he takes them for me and it means he needs to go to bed sooner.
When I eventually turn off my monitor and step into the high-speed elevator to the penthouse, trying not to close my eyes until I'm all the way home, all I can think about is curling up next to him. He is waiting for me, asleep in my bed, and the thing I will never tell anyone about, the thing that makes me smile every time I see it?
He's holding my Hello Kitty.
