XV. happy again
They were years into it when they had their first real argument.
And because they lived at a school of course it was about the students.
(God, Lady Lesso hated them sometimes.)
(Except Aric because he was her son, and she would always love him even if he didn't deserve it. But he always would.)
(Right?)
But the argument had been horrible,
Clarissa had seen the Doom Room for the first time, and had been duly shocked and horrified. Lady Lesso did not see why. It was just torture because that was what Evil did.
Of course, her lover seemed to have different opinions because she had stormed into Lady Lesso's private office and looked at her and said, frost dripping from her voice, "Lady Lesso, why exactly are you torturing students?"
"The Doom Room? Clarissa, look, I know you're an Ever but this is what Evil does. I personally think it improves discipline. Or whatever those imbeciles call discipline," she replied, because who had it been to tell her to tell the truth? Clarissa.
Wait. Clarissa-
She hadn't heard Clarissa call her Lady Lesso for years, not when they were together alone, not in private.
It... was painful, really.
But she screwed on her mask anyway, regal Lady Lesso who abhorred Good, who encouraged violence, who was cool and calm and quietly vicious, the high priestess of Evil, if that was what Clarissa wanted!
"It's torture. An Iron Maiden. Spears. The rack. Why?" And there was confusion in her eyes, hurting, anger, and it did hurt Leonora.
"Because that's what Evil does. It hurts people. I hurt people and I enjoy it. You should try it," she drawled.
"They're just children!"
"Never children. It's widely approved. Most parents don't really care."
"...Leonora, why?" And her true love really did look horribly lost. At least she was calling her Leonora again. She could be Leonora again.
"Because that's- what- Evil- does. I'm not supposed to be able to love, Clarissa! But I'm wrong, I shouldn't have had Aric, I shouldn't have you, and did you really think I wanted to love?"
She couldn't stop-
"I hate you! I hate you! You are nothing to me, Professor Dovey, not now and not ever."
No, of course she wanted it, no what had she just said, she could never hate Clarissa.
She regretted it, so badly, but it was already too late, too late-
Clarissa could be so coldly angry, and she was, because the temperature suddenly plunged, and Leonora could feel the cold biting at her like a wild animal.
What have I done?
"So you won't be needing me then."
And then she left.
"Clarissa-"
Think about it later. Later. Anger first.
She needed some form of release!
Leonora thrust her finger at the door, glowing bright violet, emanating emotion, and the door locked, and the outside noise faded away.
Now the door was locked and no one could hear her-
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FanfictionYou can't fall in love, they said. They were black and white, ice and fire, darkness and light but can't light illuminate the darkness? Because they were in love, and would always be in love, and damn anyone who tried to stop them. "...you've turned...
