Not A Happenstance » Alex Turner [On HOLD]

1789: When the world is crashing all around..

[A/N casting for Johanna on the media. You can imagine Ezra Koenig as Noah c: ]

"My dearest Alexander, welcome back to our modest residence." I opened my eyes to look at the source of the sound what woke me up. A guy swallowed his spit, waiting for my answer.

"Noah, destiny threw me over here with an important duty." I walked pass him. Actually, it wasn't me who walked, it wasn't me who talked. I heard my own voice, but simply; it just wasn't me. The control of my body just wasn't in my hands. "I came here to talk with your father."

"Don't get me wrong, Alexander, but the Bastille's storm is none of the Brits' business." He rolled his eyes, walking up to me and blocked my way to the staircase. Those unfamiliar palms of a person I had to be pushed him back, clearing my way, and I let myself run up to the second floor just as the words left my mouth.

"They are coming for you all. You go with me or you are dead, Noah." I shouted back at him, as I walked through the corridor, without a single thought of which way I should take, I turned to the right, finally being able to catch up with the mind of the body I was trapped in. He was only thinking of one thing; to save her. "Johanna! Johanna!" I screamed.

In less than a minute I could hear a pair of feet rushing across the room just behind the door next to me. I pushed them with my shoulder, almost hitting into her, but instead, my hands clasped around that tiny waist as I repeated her name for once more. "Johanna, my Johanna,."

"Alexander." She smiled, when my fingers cupped her face like the most precious treasure. I wanted to kiss her, to taste her, I never felt this thirst for someone before. Her smell was something sin worthy, and her embroidered silk dress rolling down the floor, caging that body I could see at the back of my imagination had to remind me of an angel, but there was so much about her what just twisted that image around. 

Her face was desirable, and I've been just a slave of my own heart. I couldn't help but let my eyes slide down her porcelain white skin, down the neck I kissed more than once or twice, the chest, I lay my head on before the dawn would call me back to my room.

"You are leaving with me." I was breathless, like every single time I was around her. 

I couldn't stand looking at that little gap between her lips what appeared when she was searching for an answer. She was no good for me. I wanted her to make me no good. No matter how bright she could shine, she was so dark. The ravens in her hair and the devil in her eye, with some charm playing over her lips. 

I swore, she will be the death of me, as I pulled her closer, letting her mouth burn out the fear from my soul.

My fingers matched hers, as I headed the corridor back, she didn't ask a thing, she just did what she promised me to do whatever it will take. Follow me anywhere.

And when the gunshots shattered the silence, I wasn't afraid, running hand in hand with her. 

I dragged her down the stairs, hearing her breath stuttering,then, being destroyed by a heart wrecking scream.

"Noah!" I couldn't understand. All I could see was his blood red vest, and his body lifeless on the floor tiles. It wasn't only his jacket what was that bright colored.

"Back, run, Johanna! You hear me? Run!" I stumbled across my own feet, but managed to keep up, catching air, pushing her into the nearest room. "They won't take us alive, not today."

"Noah.." She collapsed on the floor, with her nails getting into the silk of her dress, tearing it apart with waters streaming down her face, washing off that chalk white powder. 

"I told him, that they are coming for your family. He should've listened. Your father, where is he?" I grabbed her shoulders, a dozen of steps walked just pass the room we were in, and my palm had to shut her up.

I wanted everything to get silent again, but it simply didn't.

She whispered. "He already left yesterday. He knew everything was going down the hill, so he left." 

With her words, the door behind us opened out of sudden, and one of those, filthy revolutionary bastards walked in, pointing his stolen gun at my face. 

I couldn't understand a thing said, but the owner of my body apparently could. "Not her. " He said firmly, becoming a lifeguard, kneeling in front of her.

Now, I could understand a fighter too.

They only needed her.

It was their national justice. Every single person close to the king won't see another dawn in this building.

All I could feel next, was pain hitting into my head, with the butt of his gun, lightning up the lights underneath my eyelids.

He grabbed her hand, I pulled her back. 

Now, I was afraid. "I won't let you go." I screamed, as he countered the gun to her back.

"Don't forget me, Alexander." I saw the unhumanly kind of fear plastered on her face, as her eyes widened, in the way I was never hoping to see her. Just one sound, one goddamn sound hit me from head to toe, as she collided into my hands, and I saw the armed one leaving. He was done here.

"I won't, Johanna." I cried out, wrapping my hands around her. Her eyelids trembled, as she tried to fight the fate. All the desirability faded away, and all I could see was the girl I first fell in love with. "I promised to show you paradise, remember?"

She couldn't say a thing, blood dripped from her mouth and rolled down her chin. "So close your eyes, I'll take you there, my dear."

When she took her last gulp of air, I could only repeat a simple truth. "I love you, I love you, I love you."