Time of Your Life (So To Speak)

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Characters: Rosette and Luxord

Content: Luxord brings Rosette in for another round of experiments. Rosette comes off decidedly the worse for it.

Setting: Unknown

Time: Also unknown

Warnings: Aside from the quintessential mind screw that comes with the Organization? None, really.

A Note: Once again, I play both of these characters, so there shall be large posts, for I am impatient.

 

Luxord twirled the pocket watch he’d “acquired” about on its chain, letting its momentum carry it neatly into his pocket. It was a simple trick that looked much more impressive than it actually was, and he’d been eager to try it out. Now that he actually had a pocket watch, it seemed the natural thing to do.

 

Three easy loops and a swish into the pocket.

 

Never mind that this particular pocket watch symbolized the contract between the girl chained to the chair before him and a demon. Never mind that this particular pocket watch was ticking off the time left in this girl’s life, second by second. Never mind that any damage done to this particular pocket watch might be disastrous, even fatal, to that same girl.

 

Three easy loops and a swish into the pocket.

 

No, Luxord treated it as a toy, simply because he knew it would upset this girl, unsteady her, and make her vulnerable – which was, of course, exactly what he wanted. He had been doing this same trick wordlessly for going on an hour now, and she still kept watching him, ticking time and the threat of her life shattering on the floor obviously sapping whatever strength she had left.

 

Three easy loops and a swish into the pocket.

 

Well, maybe he should give her what he was waiting for. That was the point of a good performance, after all.

 

Three easy loops and – a jarring miss.

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Rosette had been unable to tear her eyes away from the pocket watch as it performed its tricks in her captor’s hands. A small part of her knew that this was exactly what he wanted her to do, that she was simply falling for it. The rest of her cried that this was her life swinging away at the end of that chain, and terrified eyes followed it in circles again and again. Watching that watch swing through the air time and time again wore her down more quickly and thoroughly than her captor’s words ever could have managed.

And then it missed.

Her heart leapt into her throat and she gave an involuntary gasp of terror as the watch missed its target and flew, uncontrolled into the air. It traveled only a few inches before it jerked to the end of its chain with a harsh chink and swung back downwards, twisting and untwisting on its chain before settling, an unmerciful captor and a thin chain all that hung between it and a long, jarring fall to the cold stone floor.

Rosette finally managed to tear her eyes away from the watch, letting them dart back up to her captor. His intentions were written boldly on his face.

“Don’t,” she begged him, her whispered plea ragged with exhaustion and fear. “Please, don’t.”

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Luxord allowed an easy grin to curl up the sides of his face. It was not a nice, Let’s-Be-Friends grin: rather, it was a nasty, I-Have-Your-Very-Heart-In-My-Hands-And-Now-I’m-Going-To-Squish-It sort of grin. Indeed, he had her exactly where he wanted her, and he intended to take full advantage of it.

“Oh, why not?” He tossed the watch high into the air, let it land and roll off his fingers, and caught the tip of the chain at the very last moment. The watch made that unnerving chink of averted disaster and once again twisted at the end of its chain.

“After all, it’s not as though you really need it.” He repeated the process. Toss, roll, chink.

“You’ve been here for how long? And your partner’s still not here.” Toss, roll, chink.

“In fact, I’d be surprised if he came at all.” Toss, roll, chink.

“He’s left you, just like your brother did.” Toss, roll, chink.

“And we all know how well you’ve done getting him back.” Toss, roll, chink.

“So really, why do you need this?” He lifted the chain until the watch, still twisting and trembling with its last toss and catch, was level with his eyes. “After all, isn’t it just a symbol of your failures?” He tossed the pocket watch at her, nasty grin still sitting smugly atop his features.

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Rosette tried to argue, really she did. It was just…he sounded so sure of himself, and she wasn’t…and Chrno really hadn’t come for her…and for all her trying, she hadn’t managed to find Joshua…she…she really had failed, hadn’t she…

And she still couldn’t keep her eyes off the watch, terrified every time that he wouldn’t catch it, that it would smash on the floor. By the time it finally sailed her way, she had given in to his words and her fear and was huddled in the chair, trembling, tears of absolute terror streaming down her face. She started and gasped as the watch landed squarely in her lap, then turned her tearstained face towards it, staring down at it for several long seconds.

Failure...

She turned her head away, sobbing quietly, brokenly. He was right. Everything she’d done really had been for nothing. She didn’t want that watch near her. She simply couldn’t face it.

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Luxord had to admit, he was quite satisfied. Who knew a few parlor tricks could reduce this girl to tears? She hadn’t been near as strong as she’d pretended to be.

But that was her own fault. Luxord had performed his duty as he’d seen fit. He turned, leaving the girl to her tears and fears, and opened the corridor of darkness, walking simply out of the room just as the dusks entered to return her to her cell.

He had a report to write, after all.