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[CG] "The House of Usher" (PG, Rolo-centric) [Jul. 30th, 2008|11:12 am]
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Title: The House of Usher
Author: hopechan
Fandom: Code Geass
Rating: PG
Warnings: Spoilers for the early R2 episodes, spooooookiness
Word count: 3,000
Music: "Magic Doors" by Portishead
For: arence_heart on cg_flashfic, who requested (among other options) a Rolo fic. Or maybe a Rollo fic. How the eff do you spell the little bugger's name? W/e.
Comments: I had a lot a lot of difficulty with this one. Rolo's a mystery to me as a character, and I went through a lot of drafts before hitting on the idea for this one a few days ago and pumping it out in a few (extremely sleep-deprived) days. It was originally supposed to be AU, but it twisted itself back around to a straightforward fic, and it was supposed to be character study but it turned out more atmospheric...Oh, well.
The Haunted Palace and The Second Coming belong Poe and Yeats, respectively. Or maybe their heirs, because they are both dead.

Summary: Home is where your things are.



Late August, when you can clench your hand and drink from it, when the trees seem to be made of wire and jade and the cicadas shake lazily, when there's nothing to do but lay beneath a tree and study the path of the looming sun, was when it started.

It started with the soft whine of an electric wheelchair, and with Rolo supine with his eyes half-closed wondering what that sound was until he realized with a sensation like stumbling precisely what it was. It started with him flipping onto his stomach and digging his hands into the earth, scrambling for their home, running up the ramp and opening the door and bringing his breath into order before walking in to find Lelouch alone.

It started with the sight of Lelouch examining a book before him, running his fingers over the raised bumps of the Braille letters with an uncertain smile.

"How odd," he said, and then looked up. "Rolo, isn't this odd?"

It started that night, when Lelouch unthinkingly pulled Rolo's plate towards him and started cutting his chicken before looking at his hands and murmuring, "What am I doing?"

It started just after midnight, when Rolo heard the low sweet piping voice of a young girl, a voice that faded when he sat upright and then returned when he lay down again. He didn't sleep that night.



The next day was wet and misty and hot. The windows were blind with fog. It was just the two of them all day, the rest of the world shut off, closed away.

"Is everything all right?" Lelouch asked around noon.

"What?"

"Are you all right," Lelouch said, smiling a hesitant smile over his book.

"Fine." When that slight concern didn't fade from Lelouch's face, Rolo jerked his head in a shrug. "I didn't sleep well last night." Belatedly, he remembered the role he was supposed to play: "But I'm fine, just a little sleepy - " He wrinkled his nose and smiled. "That's all. Don't worry."

"I always worry." Lelouch's sharp eyes always reminded Rolo of some bird's, some falcon's. They were clouded, sometimes, and more often hooded - obscured as Lelouch concealed himself, even from his own dear brother. Now, though, they were clear, honest. Sometimes Rolo had to marvel at the mind's ability to deceive itself. "You know that."

"I know." Rolo smiled. "But you don't have to."

There was something vaguely uncomfortable in Lelouch's smile, vaguely off. Those sharp clear eyes went suddenly clouded. "All right," he said, and Rolo wondered what was causing this sudden shift. Had he played his part incorrectly? Had he done something wrong?

"Nii-san," Rolo said.

Lelouch's eyes were suddenly clear again, suddenly focused. It was like Rolo had called him back. "Sorry," he said, and smiled and tousled Rolo's hair.



That night he slept just fine until maybe two. Then he woke. The thunderstorms that had rolled in that evening had rolled out again, and it was silent. The only sound was the soft tick of the grandfather clock just outside his room. It came to him liquid, like each click was a coin dropped in a pool - surrounding him, coming from all directions, so that he turned, slowly, but was unable to see from where the noise came.

It was dark inside, but light out there, and he rubbed the fog away from the window. Through the claw-marks his fingers had left, he could see a mist, roiling like water, hugging the lamp-post and swirling up trees, retreating and surging. It should have been dark out there, the streetlight off or out, but the mist seemed to be lit from within.

He rubbed at the windowpane again, then brought his hand back and pressed his fingers together. They seemed to stick, and when he looked down they looked dark, and he thought madly that it was blood - but when he jerked his hand away from himself, his breath catching in his throat, the shadows moved away and revealed a hand that was just flesh. Nothing more.

"God," he murmured, and then again for good measure, "God," and wiped his hand against the drapes and then, firmly, pulled them shut. But as he lay in the darkness of his room, there was the slow, dark clicking of the clock through the cold wet air.



Rolo Lamperouge was maybe his most very favorite name of all. There was something elegant about the way the tongue traced those French gypsy syllables. There was something marvelous the way the two names interacted, the way it started out more of the same but then sank back into the mouth, a consonant snake-bite that struck and then slowly, warily recoiled, ready to attack again.

He could have shed it at any time, though, eased into another, which was why he was confused when Lelouch informed him that he wouldn't even consider moving.

"How silly," Lelouch laughed, his eyes half-closed. "This place has served us just fine up until now."

"I know." Rolo half-smiled, swallowed. He knew he was being silly. He was a jumpy person - he knew that. Even so - perhaps this was some strange trial? For him, or for Lelouch? So he begged: "Even so, I just...I don't like it here."

"You shouldn't be so flighty," Lelouch said. "We moved here because of you, remember? Because you..." He trailed off, his eyes hooded and distant. Rolo felt a lurch in his stomach, reached out, put his hand atop his brother's.

"Nii-san."

Lelouch didn't answer.

"Nii-san."

His eyes were clouded.



That night was low and quiet. There wasn't so much as a cricket. It was misty; the fog curled around his ankles, caressed his bare feet, wrapped around his breath that came heavy and loud in the silence. The street lights were out. When he turned to look, his home was nothing more than a smear of yellow light through the fog that disappeared as he rounded a corner.

He thought he saw a flash from the corner of his eye - turned and looked. There was nothing. All there was was the lightness of fog upon fog, the uniform glow that wrapped him in whiteness that he could reach out and touch. When he rubbed his fingers together, they felt gritty. He listened for an owl's hoot, a raven's croak. None came; there was just him, in the darkness.

Then, there wasn't just him. Then there was a low sweet voice, a girl's voice, in the dark and the stillness. Rolo whirled, tried to catch the words of what she was saying, but though he strained they were indistinct, even as her voice rose in urgency, in force; it was like she was speaking another language, like he was myopic, like sound was blurred about the edges in this fog. It came from nowhere and from everywhere, and he whirled, and he panted, dizzy, disoriented, without the faintest idea where he should turn to, where he came from - there was only that rising murmur, that force, that sound that pierced through the fog, the words indistinct but the tone furious, so furious, and all around him -

And then he turned, and she was before him, her sweet face frozen in a smile. His lips stumbled over everything - over apologies, over curses and the fact that she should be the least of his ghosts - to settle on nothing. All he could do was step backwards, mouth dry, as she followed him with the smoothness of a ship on calm waters, and slowly her lashes fluttered and her eyes opened and

then he woke up.



"This place is damp and ghostly," Lelouch said, running his thumb along the golden rim of his tea cup. "There are spirits poured into the cracks of the walls, thoughts in the windowpanes...There's a miasma here. There's a fragrance." A moment, and then a laugh. "I don't know what I'm talking about."

Rolo did, though. He knew perfectly well. That morning, he'd woken up to the sight of his brother caressing the delicate wings of a paper crane.

"It's the weather," Lelouch was saying, but Rolo shook his head.

"It's the house. I really think it is," Rolo insisted when Lelouch opened his mouth to protest. "It's so spooky all the time."

"It's our home."

"Well, it doesn't have to be," Rolo countered. "You know? We don't have to live in a place like this. We can live anywhere. Home is where your things are."

There was a long moment, and then Lelouch said quietly, "It's not."

His eyes were fixed on his hands, but Rolo knew that if his brother were to look up his expression would be distant and remote. It was like he was in thrall, hypnotized by the ghosts in the cracks of the walls. When Rolo murmured, "Nii-san," Lelouch didn't respond.

Instead, he was silent a long time until, finally, he responded, "We've been here all our lives."

"Which maybe explains why it's so run-down and broken," Rolo said, smiling, trying to turn it into something vaguely resembling a joke. Instead, Lelouch's face became even more melancholy:

"Things fall apart," he said. "That's all they ever do."



He sat alone in his room, every light turned on. His shutters were closed and locked, the windows closed and locked, the door closed and locked; there was just him, surrounded by walls and brightly lit so that everything seemed flat, robbed of depth. Everything seemed tinny.

It was late, and it was silent save for the ticking of the clock. He sat and traced the lines of a book but failed to make out the words as the ticking grew louder and louder until it sounded like a drum beat, like gunfire, consuming him and his world. It was then, when it became unbearable, that he slammed his book shut, and turned to see -

Everything was gone. There was nothing in that bare room but a single paper crane, tipped over onto its side. And as Rolo breathed loud and harsh in the sudden silence, the crane shuttered as though stirred by a silent wind, and then lay still again.

A second time, it fluttered, and then it looked up at him and a sound ripped through the room, a roar that for all that it was in a sweet child's voice sounded like the scream of a lion -

"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?"


And Rolo raised his arm to protect himself and

then he woke up.



Rolo had never lived anywhere longer than four months. When they'd told him he would be coming here, he'd thought it would be fine, but honestly, the very thought of the permanence now set him on edge. Even at the beginning, when he'd had to unpack his things, make his room his - he'd done it uneasily, but he'd done it. He'd been trained all his life to avoid leaving traces, but even so he'd forced himself to leave his scent all over the house.

But now, now that he was confronted with this wreck, crumbling and damp and ghostly, and the fact that this was his home - he thought he was going mad, he really did. He thought he would go mad.

So he tossed his head and shuffled his feet. "I'm uncomfortable here," he said like it was painful to admit, but Lelouch didn't respond. All the time, recently, he'd seemed like he was in the grip of some foreign power, enchanted, entranced. Rolo had upped the surveillance on him as a result, and while his behavior was different there wasn't anything dangerous about it - he just spent more time, now, staring at nothing, opening a book as though to watch it for changes.

"Nii-san," he called. There was no response.

It was an encounter that they repeated several times. Once, though, just once, the enchanted Lelouch just opened his mouth, and said, like in a dream,

"But evil things, in robes of sorrow,
Assailed the monarch's high estate."

There was a long moment as Rolo hesitated. He knew his job would be easier if Lelouch were entirely mad, but even so...

"What?" he asked uncertainly.

"Hm?" Lelouch asked, then looked dreamily at Rolo. "It's nothing. I was just thinking of this story I had read. I don't remember it, not the whole thing, just fragments - there was a poem in it, and that stuck with me...Strange how the ghosts of things can linger."

"Yes," Rolo agreed. Then he took a breath and said, "Nii-san, I'm worried about you. You haven't been yourself lately."

"I could say the same about you," Lelouch said with a smile.

Rolo froze. But Lelouch's glance (clearer than it had been in days) was playful rather than knowing, so Rolo just smiled back hesitantly. "Yes. Ah, well. I don't know, but..." He cleared his throat. "I just...I'm worried."

"Don't be. That's what I'm supposed to do." Lelouch reached over and rested his hand atop Rolo's head.

"Don't worry about - "

"Rolo. I just do. I love you too much not to."

Rolo froze. All around him, the swirl of the miasma all throughout the house seemed to freeze. He had never before heard those words directed at him, and he had never before heard those words used genuinely - but there Lelouch was, with a casual smile and bright eyes, and he meant what he said. He meant it, and Rolo...

He thought he'd prepared himself mentally to hear those words. He hadn't. Instead, he was left reeling.

"So we can do whatever you want. Leave this place behind, whatever you want. I just want you to be happy."

"Oh..." Rolo looked down at his hands. He'd had any number of surnames, and he could remember them all, but he had shed each of them in an instant. Home is where your things are. But this invitation, this affection on Lelouch's lips and in his eyes, this carefree smile -

"I, um..." Rolo looked up, something thick and painful in his throat. "No, I, um...I've been being silly. I just wanted to apologize for being silly."

"You never have to apologize," Lelouch answered warmly.



So that afternoon he went into Lelouch's room, found that book of Braille and that paper crane which his brother had so lovingly saved, and brought them to him and laid them before him.

"You want this little war?" Rolo sneered to the paper. "We can have a little war. I'm all right with that. I assure you, though - I'm not used to losing."

Perhaps there was something uncertain in the way the crane quivered in the air conditioner's currents.

"Maybe things fall apart. Maybe they do. That's all right, you know, because I will take this moment, and I will enjoy it in a way you will never be able to, ever again. Because now I'm determined, Nana-chan." He picked up the crane, held it atop his fingertips. "And I'll win."

And there was no response, so Rolo smiled and held a lighter to each one - first the book, then the crane. He dropped them in the wastebasket. He watched them be consumed, and then he doused the flames and turned off the light and went to bed, triumphant.



"Rolo," he heard that night, and someone shook his shoulder. "Rolo," was said. It was Lelouch.

"I figured it out."

Rolo rubbed at his eyes. "Figured what out?"

There was a smile on his lips. "What's between us - you and me, and me and you. There's a network of veins that lie beneath skin, and that skin is translucent. You can stretch it to make ghosts. Above, we both see, and we see the same colors, and things that are far away are small."

"What is this?" Rolo asked.

Lelouch answered, "The fundament. There are connections within us, not between us, tangible things across which electricity arcs, and these are memories, and they light us from within like St. Elmo's Fire. We have those in common, but they are physical phenomena. So what's between us?"

"I don't know."

"Our veins trace matching labyrinths, and through us march minotaurs. There is something between us that stretches from flesh to breath and comes back again. But it's false, and I'm called away. Yet I at times return. So what's between us?" He waited expectantly, and when Rolo didn't answer, he crooned, "Home."

"Home is the physical," Rolo said. "Home is a construct."

"It's what we have, now. It is everything that is between us."

"And what's between us," Rolo asked, "you and I, and I and you, when the gods are dead and the ghosts are gone?"

"Home will remain."

"But what will be between us," he persisted, "you and I, and I and you, when all is laid bare?"

"Life," Lelouch said, "and promise. That is all any of us will have, when the gods are dead and the ghosts are gone: life, and promise, and home. We have all three between us. We are the shudder and thrust of a beating heart. We are the fundaments of a house. We are a fog lit within."

"We'll live."

"We'll survive, and then we'll start to live. Call me. I'll come: I'm fetched away by ghosts, but I'll return home. Call me. I'll come: Some things grow stronger with time."

"You're my brother," said Rolo.

"I love you, and I always will," said Lelouch, and he smiled. Rolo's heart was beating, and he was filled with blood and life and love. He was at home, at home, where there was everything, permanence and vulnerability, because he was with his brother, and so he reached out, his hand trembling, and licked his lips, and

then he woke up.




end.
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[User Picture]From: bellumina
2008-07-30 04:00 pm (UTC)
Oh wow. That was gorgeous. ♥
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[User Picture]From: fujiappletan
2008-07-30 05:36 pm (UTC)
This was utterly excellent, I loved every bit and piece where Lelouch found a uhm blank in his memory. The intro was really enjoyable with the braille and chicken. &then the crane. ;____;
It really does feel like Nunnally is haunting them even though she's not dead.
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[User Picture]From: hopechan
2008-07-30 06:22 pm (UTC)
Heh. It was a challenge to make adorable, not-dead Nunnally into an effective ghost. It...sort of worked?

Anyway, thank you so much! ♥
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[User Picture]From: lb_x
2008-07-30 06:12 pm (UTC)
Oh~ crit first - there were a couple lines that either had typos, or were slightly too long and became hard to follow (because of course, I can't find them now to check which it was). However, you did an excellent job with the atmosphere and the characterization, and I really loved this. Thank you for posting it ♥♥
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[User Picture]From: hopechan
2008-07-30 06:21 pm (UTC)
Heh. I dunno about typos, but I'm afraid the slightly-too-long-and-hard-to-follow thing is becoming a hallmark of my style. *Facepalm* I really, really, really need to kick that particular habit. Maybe use a period now and again. It's fun, certainly, to build these incredibly long and intricate sentences, but more often than not stacking things up indiscriminately just leads to the whole construct tumbling down. For illustration, see the previous sentence.

Anyway, thanks so much! I was especially proud of the atmosphere in this piece, and am glad you picked that out. ♥
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[User Picture]From: lb_x
2008-07-30 06:46 pm (UTC)
I think you're right - I found one sentence again and realized my brain had just skipped over a word as suddenly, it made sense! I'm actually a really big fan of this style of writing, and you handled it very well; sometimes people tend to go really over board, but the majority of your sentences worked perfectly I thought.

♥♥
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From: starryburst
2008-07-30 06:12 pm (UTC)
Holy-- oh my gosh. That was absolutely wonderful. I love the way you write Rolo. The fantastic grammar and word usage killed me, and just the storyline... oh<3
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[User Picture]From: hopechan
2008-07-31 02:33 am (UTC)
I'm glad to hear you weren't expecting the dream - I was sort of trying for that precise blurring of reality/fantasy. Makes it spookier.

And yeah - geass'd Lelouch makes my heart ache. Making him forget the ones he loves is totally the worst thing that could happen, in his estimation, and the fact that he had to suffer through it...B'aww. It's just a good thing Rolo started loving him for real, or else it would be too heartbreaking by far.
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[User Picture]From: lavaliere
2008-07-30 08:21 pm (UTC)
First: a;sldkghaslkdgha;slkdgh OMG THANK YOU LOVE YES PLEASE LOVE!

Keyboard smashing aside, there are just so many things I love about this. The first probably being the way you snuck in classics like The Second Coming by Yeats (one of, if not, my favorite poems of all time). It all helps to add to the creepy air and tone.

I also enjoyed the way Nunnally's presence seems to permeate the house that Rolo and Lelouch lives in, so much like a ghost, despite being alive.

I wouldn't worry too much about slightly rambling sentences. Personally, I like that style of writing and think it adds to the style of the fic.

Anyway, awesome awesome fic that I love and am adding to my memories. ♥
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[User Picture]From: hopechan
2008-07-31 02:39 am (UTC)
The rambling sentences are difficult to read, but I like them a lot in this fic - they echo the sort of Victorian, Gothic, Fall-of-the-House-of-Usher-esque atmosphere I'm trying to emulate here. I just need to cut them out of the rest of my writing. D=

But thank you so much for your comment! IT BASICALLY LEFT ME KEYBOARD SMASHING IN HAPPINESS. ♥
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[User Picture]From: lavaliere
2008-07-31 03:40 am (UTC)
I really think that the style of rambling sentences, which is an actual legitimate style, shouldn't be dropped simply because some people can't read them. And in some stories, the style is almost a necessity, like in this fic. It really adds to the tone, like I mentioned.

And you're welcome~ ♥ Good fics deserve responses, and this fic really deserved it! Thank you for adding to the Lulu/Rolo luv! There simply isn't enough~

now, if I can just find a beta for my new fic, I can help add too
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From: norikosama
2008-07-31 01:51 am (UTC)
WOW. Yes, that's my pitiful one-word summary.

Haunting Nunnally. YES. It's an interesting view on things how her "spirit" haunts her room even though she is very much alive.

I like how you put "nii-san" in italics, like it's more of a deliberate add-on instead of a casual title. It makes me want to go deeper in Rolo's twisted little mind. ♥

On an unrelated note, I couldn't help but notice this is named after The Fall of the House of Usher. Does this mean Rolo's the narrator, Lelouch is Roderick, and Nunnally is Madeline? Because that could almost pass off as a plausible comparison.
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[User Picture]From: hopechan
2008-07-31 02:44 am (UTC)
Heh. I'm afraid I still haven't figured out Rolo's twisted little mind, for all that I spent 3,000 words exploring it. Sigh. It's really hard for me to tell in canon when something that he does is genuine and when he's faking it...The very first draft of this fic, actually, was about Rolo's relationship with Lelouch and about him being perfectly aware that Lelouch was going to kill him and just playing along for his own satisfaction or something. Because he couldn't bear to admit that Lelouch didn't love him. Or something. I'm glad I abandoned that angle, because Rolo is just a mystery. D=

Heh, and the second draft was an out-and-out AU, with Rolo as the narrator, Lelouch as Roderick and Nunnally as Madeline. =D I love the creepy, creepy parallels to the story, and the role of mental illness (in the AU, geass would have equaled mental illness) and the incest and the possessiveness and the et cetera. That would have been fun.

Oh well.

Anyway, thank you so much for commenting and for reading. ♥
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From: norikosama
2008-07-31 10:24 pm (UTC)
Heh, I'm actually kind of happy you abandoned it. I liked reading the haunting nature of this story. And even if I don't know him very well, I love that mysterious little punk. ♥

That'd make a good extra story someday. But Lelouch's freakout over burying Nunnally alive would have to be extreme. (Yes, I'm ignoring the fact that that sentence was a spoiler.) I wonder if Rolo's poor head would explode from the collapsing house and Lelouch dying from shock. :X Yes, it would have been fun, seeing as how Geass occasionally has the uncanny ability to fit into literature.

...Dang it, you got me thinking on a The Cask of Amontillado AU story. D: The only question remaining is who imprisons the other.
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From: (Anonymous)
2008-07-31 03:20 am (UTC)
Dear God. Thank you!!!
I really can't say lot, my brain has melted. Thank you so much!
A little detail I really liked: how you turned their pretty mansion-like house into a scary, old place. It was dark and the whole fic had this very... dense feeling, just like Rolo felt. And I love the ending, I really do.

Thank you!
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[User Picture]From: arence_heart
2008-07-31 03:23 am (UTC)
That was me. What's wrong with you LJ?
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[User Picture]From: animegoil
2008-07-31 03:19 pm (UTC)
Wow, excellent. Not just Rolo's reactions and Lelouch's dealing with the incongruities between his memories and reality, but also your writing style. So vivid. I was reeling from the strength of all the descriptions-- the first line of the fic, the descriptions of the mist, just everything. So original in formatting too and playing with the setting and the emotions. Also, the references to literature and poems, and Poe, ♥ so awesome. I absolutely loved that last exchange between Rolo and Lelouch-- the poetic feel and rhythm of their conversation. So amazing.
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From: (Anonymous)
2008-08-18 04:32 pm (UTC)
I usually don't have very constructive things to say about your fics other than gorgeousbeautifulperfect, so I'm a big fat happy lurker at this comm. That said, I just found a Code Geass fic (http://community.livejournal.com/rollofied/2838.html#cutid1) on rollofied that was rather blatantly... inspired by this piece. It's not a thematic copy, but parts of it (memory "fog," paper crane burnt, I love you too much not to), were similar enough that I thought to alert you.
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[User Picture]From: hopechan
2008-08-18 05:00 pm (UTC)
Heh, I think I've ripped off too many other writers' motifs to get my dander up about someone ripping off mine. That said, I'm glad you brought that to my attention, just because it's interesting to see her take on and use of some of the ideas in my fic - it produces an interesting contrast, just because the mood of and themes of her fic are decidedly different from mine.

I'll probably go over and talk to her about it when I'm not about to leave for the airport (O GOD WHY), assuming this isn't a ginormotron coincidence - I'm interested to hear her thoughts.

(P.S.: I'm so happy you did comment. ♥)
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[User Picture]From: kill_me_faster
2008-09-12 06:27 pm (UTC)
HOPE HOPE HOPE THE FIC IN THIS LINK WAS POSTED THE OTHER DAY ON 4CHAN.

OH SWEET FUCK JESUS I HAVE NEVER LAUGHED SO HARD
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[User Picture]From: hopechan
2008-09-12 06:40 pm (UTC)
Ha ha ha...Um, why? D=
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[User Picture]From: kill_me_faster
2008-09-12 06:47 pm (UTC)
It was in a Rolo thread. Being used in a mocking context, I should point out. It was great. As soon as I read the ending to that girl's fic or whatever I was like "HOLY FUCK JESUS I'VE READ THIS ALREADY IN A PLACE WHERE FANFICTION IS NOT NORMALLY AVAILABLE".

The Rolo thread was pretty epic, though. Wish I'd capped it like a hard negro.
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[User Picture]From: hopechan
2008-09-12 06:56 pm (UTC)
Oh, I thought it was a fairly solid fic. The author did that thing that always makes me cringe where she lifts dialogue from the show and fills in in between it, but I liked that she was willing to do something new(...ish) with her fic. Buck conventions. Or at least adhere to other ones.
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[User Picture]From: kill_me_faster
2008-09-12 06:57 pm (UTC)
lifts dialogue from the show and fills in in between it

Uh, precisely why I think it wound up on FOOR CHAN.

Well, it was on /a/, and they seem to find Lelouch/Rolo laughable even on the best of days.
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[User Picture]From: hopechan
2008-09-12 07:06 pm (UTC)
You know what we haven't seen enough of in this fandom? "Novelizations" of the series. =)

Frankly, Lelouch/Rolo is...a little laughable. D= At least the way it ends up in fanfics - sweet, innocent, cheerful, not a fucked-up relationship between a twisted child soldier and the clinically depressed mono-megalomaniac who despises him. WHICH MAKES IT MORE INTERESTING, I'MAHO.

Oh, also, I hated in that fic the bit where Lelouch licks blood off Rolo's hand or whatever. Who the fuck does that???
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[User Picture]From: kill_me_faster
2008-09-12 07:15 pm (UTC)
...even your sarcastic smiley emote does nothing to remove the horror of that sentence.

I would TOTALLY fucking read LuluRolo if it were just that - weird, obsessive, fucked-up, etc. And probably raep on the part of RoRo. W/e, I'll just write it better than everyone else and make a name for myself in this fandom once and for all.

/greater, greatest plan ever y/y?
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[User Picture]From: hopechan
2008-09-12 07:45 pm (UTC)
GOD, Y. There's so much fucked-up in that dynamic that you could plumb it for ENDLESS amounts of your trademark psychological torment.

Also, you know I love anything if it involves Lulu-raep. Why do we get off on the hurt of the ones we love, etc.
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[User Picture]From: kill_me_faster
2008-09-12 07:55 pm (UTC)
Except if I had THAT much motivation to write Geass!fic, I'd actually write it for a pairing I LIKE. Or, ya know, finish that Lloyd/Milly that's been sitting neglected on my harddrive for far too long.

Why was it, within that, that I managed to write some of the hottest porn I've ever written in my life, and it was MILLY/RIVALZ besides? I'd say, "what a waste", except turn 22 actually made me like the poor guy a bit, so.
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[User Picture]From: hopechan
2008-09-12 07:58 pm (UTC)
God, fuck, I was thinking about that Lloyd/Milly maybe a week ago and how much I want to see more of it.
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[User Picture]From: kill_me_faster
2008-09-12 08:00 pm (UTC)
AHHHHHHHHHH, INORITE?

Maybe I will...pick it up again? While I'm waiting for your REVISIONS? Because I actually sort of want to see this pairing come to fruition in SOME way or another. ;___;
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[User Picture]From: hopechan
2008-09-12 08:03 pm (UTC)
God, please. God, that story is amazing, though it makes me a little angry in that "fuck why can't I write like that" sort of way. Which is a bigger recommendation. Plus, you know. LLOYD/MILLY.
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[User Picture]From: kill_me_faster
2008-09-12 08:07 pm (UTC)
...is there really no Lloyd/Milly anywhere else? I'm about to call some rule 34 on that shit. I mean, as much as I like Lloyd/Suzaku, the fact that it occurs more than the CANONLY-ENGAGED COUPLE really kind of pisses me off.

And pish-posh. Conversely, I wish I'D handed the idea off to YOU. :P
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[User Picture]From: hopechan
2008-09-12 08:12 pm (UTC)
I have never seen any Lloyd/Milly. Plenty of Lloyd/Cecile for God's sake, but no Lloyd/Milly. SPEAKING OF FUCKING SHENANIGANS.

...And fuck you, get writing.
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[User Picture]From: kill_me_faster
2008-09-12 08:19 pm (UTC)
My problem with that fic was, I didn't have an ENDING. Still don't, even, or at least not a direction that's strong enough to COUNT as an ending. I mean, spoilers, but, they eventually kind of reach this mild awkward happiness and I'm pretty sure I'm gonna ATTEMPT TO DO SEX (@.@) but as for an ending? Can't think of one for the life of me.

There's tons of awkward great Lloyd and Rivalz dialogue in the planning, though. Hor.
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[User Picture]From: hopechan
2008-09-12 08:30 pm (UTC)
Heh. That's a tough situation to be in; I myself always prefer start with a strong beginning and a strong end and just let the middle fill itself in. Still, I have faith in you, and your awkwardness between LLOYD AND RIVALZ, CHRIST, DO WANT.
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[User Picture]From: kill_me_faster
2008-09-12 08:34 pm (UTC)
I'm really hoping Turn 23 delivers on the awkward-convo front, but I'm not holding my breath. I mean, Rivalz/Nina? Is a pretty obvious bet that the creators don't give a crap what happens to their show anymore.
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[User Picture]From: hopechan
2008-09-12 08:45 pm (UTC)
COME ON, THE ROMANCE BETWEEN THE LESBIAN AND THE MAN WITH THE UNREQUITED CRUSH ON SOMEONE ELSE IS -EPIC-.

Are they all just...drunk? The writers? Do they drink heavily before they write?
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[User Picture]From: robotlove
2008-10-04 10:53 am (UTC)
Let me start by saying I enjoyed it.

You brought a different light to Rolo for once - most of the other fics I've seen make him appear rather sensitive and weak - this Rolo here is somehow quietly stronger and surer to me and yet in character all the same - I'm not sure how you do it but I must applaud. I also loved the part about Lelouch cutting the chicken, the part left open and hanging about why Rolo was the reason they moved, and the part where Lelouch tells him "I love you too much not to." The way you handled Rolo's response was wonderfully heart-aching. Also, I love Lelouch's line about things falling apart - "that's all they ever do."

That said, because I read the mentioned similar fic in the above comments first (yes I went to check it out and realized it's the same) I did find myself wondering about the "I love you too much not to" line (it sounded familiar) though now it's clear who came up with it first. I enjoyed the other fic as well, though if I may say so, aside from that "love you too much not to" and the burning of the crane, I didn't find any obvious similarities. (i.e. I'm glad to see you didn't come down hard and upfront on her, though I'm thinking that if she did leech her inspiration from you, it would've been good of her to mention it somewhere)
The overall atmospheres of both pieces are also very different. That's how it came off to me anyway. To sum it up: In no way did it overshadow your work, even with the same line there - the way you weave things and its flow here its just silently and spookily brilliant, and I love it so much regardless. Thank you for sharing. -adds to memories-

I am now looking up the fall of the House of Usher, because I have no idea what that is and I'm a deprived soul.
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[User Picture]From: love_my_puppie
2009-11-23 09:27 am (UTC)
Oh my goodness.
I know this was forever ago but stil!
I read this today, right now. I love it!
It's sad in a few ways though. But it's very good!
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