Félix & Marinette︲Intensity

𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓜𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽

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I look down at him and feel him take deep, slow breaths, and so I wait patiently for him to answer, because I know this might be something personal and I shouldn't overstep my boundaries too much. Even if I'm his spouse, I need to respect his privacy at times like this.

The deep knot in my chest begins to tighten as the seconds pass by, but it loosens once he lifts his head and gazes at me, pink colour now shifting into red within his eyes. "...When you mentioned that we... might be having a prince..." He shuts them tightly again, and I watch his lip quiver a bit as he speaks. "It solely evoked the memory of my father who used to call me that.. 'Prince'..."

Frowning, I pout at the connection between the two, feeling my own tears slowly slip out, "Oh, honey... You are his pride and joy.." I choke a little, sniffling, and continue to stroke his head. "He is so proud of everything you've done to keep his name from being tarnished. For being so strong, no matter the reason for why he.. passed away." I inhale and exhale with some pauses.

His body tenses up, but he keeps himself completely interlocked in my embrace. "....You are unaware, aren't you?.."

I blink twice, and take his hand that is on my lumbar spine and bring it over to place it on my belly instead. "I still don't know what happened. Please, tell me... Only if you want to, of course..."

"Hm.." He clears his throat, and I wipe his tears, keeping my sharp fingernails away from his skin. "I'll disclose it to you..." He says with an intense weight of sadness in his tone.

Breathing nervously, I position my body a bit more comfortably, and prepare myself to listen to what he brings light on for my perception on the situation.

"..My father was brutally stabbed 23 times on the night of his wedding anniversary... He had only stepped out from the restaurant for a moment where my mother and him were having dinner, so he could tend to a chief business call with the board of director..." He trails off, a heavy stream of tears appearing once more.

I gasp loudly from the devastating truth, and hear my heart begin to throb in pain. "Wh-What?!" I manage to squeak out, the blood in my body turning cold as if my soul had released itself into the air. "T-Twenty... Twenty-three times?!" Uncontrollably, I begin to sob from the thought of it, looking up at the ceiling. He gently holds my hand, rubbing the inner side of my wrist with his thumb, "The autopsy report stated that.. I swear, I didn't want to believe it... I didn't want to believe the sight of my deceased father in front of me.. There was nothing I could do.." He inhales sharply, blinking with drenched eyelashes. "Except for what I did do... The affliction that my mother and I were put through, it had my mind so fucked.. I became into this bloodthirsty monster.. So I just had to look for that swine.. I searched for a week and found him, and when I found him, I fucking tortured him in an underground sewer for five months before ultimately decapitating him.. It felt so good to see his skin turn black with all the scars. It felt so fucking good to cease his life, bit by bit each day! DON'T EVER FUCK WITH MY FAMILY!!!" He screams, and my mouth drops open after listening to his every word.

A shiver runs down my back from the sudden eerie energy radiating from him, but I immediately justify his actions through my perspective, not saying anything just yet as my body trembles in its current state. "Oh.. G-God..."

Félix looks up at me in helplessness, and frowns with a change of mood, "I'm so sorry... I'm a demon. Even you think that I'm a monster, right?! I'M A SADIST!!!" His way of speech proceeds to show his slight psychotic side since he brought up the past trauma that he had to endure alone. I shake my head frantically, still weeping and having the sorrow build up inside me. "No, baby. No!! I do not think that you're a monster!" I exclaim with honesty. "I'm just so surprised that you would actually do something like that.." My hands rub his cheeks in desperation, not wanting him to lose it. "Your father's death was a tragedy, and no one deserves to feel the way you did! I won't let anyone say that you were fucking wrong! I stand with you, I support you! I wish I had known you earlier, so we could destroy that damn brute together!! He took away one of your loved ones, so you have the right to be angry! Do not call yourself a sadist! You were just hurt, okay?!" I yell at him, digging my glare deeper into his eyes, so he doesn't doubt anything.