edgar's monologue to a kiss

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" Just a kiss? just a kiss? who the hell do you think you are? "

Edgar's words were spat with rage from every single fiber in his being. with gritted teeth and balled fists, the smaller man immediately stalked up to the two, leaning upward toward their faces with little to no room left between them.
He was done pretending it didn't hurt and will be damned if he lived another day of it. grabbing onto the closest man's shirt, which had happened to be Norton's, he'd began in a roaring tone only for it to grow even louder as he'd gone on.

" Do you even understand what i have to go through with him? how many years it took me to gain his love and trust and how many times i've had to remind him of my existence? Don't even think of saying that you do, because you didn't know the Luca from before this place. you take advantage of his memory loss and use it in your favor just to fulfill your selfish needs and piss me off! You never ever appreciate how wonderful he really is and i've spent years upon years doing just that!"

All you do is throw yourself at people and they somehow respond in the exact way you want them to just because you're an attractive man. well, guess what? you're twice the man i'll ever be and that's why i'm mad! that's why i despise you! you think that just because you have no competition for the affection of others, you can just lay above it all and watch as the world burns and bows to your feet! You say you know how i'm nothing but a selfish aristocrat but you have no idea how hard i worked to become one, just as my parents did. do you really think i wanted to be born into an easy-going life with no meaning? do you think i expected everything to be handed to me on a silver platter? i didn't! but you don't even care enough to learn that much about me because all you're interested in is ruining my life even more than it already has been! "

Silence filled the room momentarily as he pushed back the man by his now crinkled shirt's collar, hoping to send him off balance; then again, edgar hadn't expected it with his feeble strength.
he hadn't expected anything from him but what he'd always gotten before.

The Artist took another deep breath as he fought back more tears. He'd never really gotten to speak of how he felt about his past life, and he'd be doing it now to this man he despised? in front of his colleagues? Maple would be absolutely livid if she found out about this catastrophe, for she was the only one that seemed to care about his behavior and it's many issues. She was the only one who truly cared about the Valden heir, until he'd met Luca.

The famous inventor's apprentice, who he'd met by an insane amount of chance during a banquet in his adolescence. he'd remembered very clearly as his butler had wheeled him up to the invention, and how his own eyes sparkled when he saw the twinkling fire within the enclosure. he had been breath taken from then on; even when he was taken to the invention's creator.

now he stood trembling in front of the same man, many years later under horribly contrasting circumstances. Edgar fought back the urge to scream and run away to find Maple.. but she was no longer there for him to run to. with that, he'd instantly shut his eyes for a moment, seemingly as if to contain himself and his emotions before grabbing the collar of Luca's torn shirt.

" Do you even know who i am? I'm Edgar Valden, the painter you met on January 26, 1801 in Manchester, England! you told me you liked my spark, and how i could capture images in a moment's notice! do you remember that? do you even remember how we ate lunch together last week or when i cut my hand last night and YOU helped me clean it up? do you remember anything? remember something! how could this have worked all these years, you don't even know who i am anymore!"

he'd done the same as he did with Norton with Luca, pushing him in a fit of rage and sorrow before stepping backward himself. The tears he tried so valiantly to keep hidden now made themselves known to the manor as his face contorted into what could only be described as an ugly scowl. it appeared he was very angry at the pair.

but in reality, he hadn't been upset with the two in front of him. he had no right to be, for he was the most upset with himself.