In the Catacombs of Paris || SANDERS/CALAWAY
Dec 25, 2022 12:20:11 GMT -5
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Post by Alexandra Sanders on Dec 25, 2022 12:20:11 GMT -5
Fade in. We open on a shot of the Catacombs in Paris, France. Centuries-old skulls line the walls as we pan slowly through the dark, cramped space, passing through the various crypts and unmapped crevices until we come to rest upon a clearing. We stand just before an alcove, inset with a statue carved to resemble a Christian angel, its stone façade weathered with cracks and falling away - battered by the ravages of time. Just before this statue stands PWS: Apex's resident nihilist, Jonathan Sanders, with one hand extended to rest upon the cool stone surface while his gaze admires the bones lying beneath it.
"And even this, too, shall pass away..."
He allows his hand to trail from the stone, running over a group of skulls set loosely in the wall just to his right, as the Lost Cause inhales deeply. A thousand different thoughts play through his head, and emotions run across his face; he is anxious, sombre, thrilled, TERRIFIED - but mostly, he is ready. Jonathan is still very insecure - about himself, about his future, the reality of is "message" - but he knows one truth even more certainly than the vast loneliness of an uncaring universe. Standing slowly to full height, he fishes the small, black felt box from his jacket pocket, striding further into the alcove where his beloved Alexandra Calaway is seen waiting, reading a plaque posed on one of the graves.
"Alexandra..."
Her eyes are focused on the plaque posted there, her eyes fixed on it. But she can sense his closeness, just like she did that night in the club, when the two of them toyed with each other in ways that no one else would ever be able to do. She tried to concentrate on the plaque, reaching out to touch it, her hand deftly moved over the stone carvings, reading each letter with her fingers like a blind man would braille. She took each moment to treasure forever, having not seen this side of Paris, the one other time she had visited.
"My love..."
She turned to look at him, her eyes fixed on his form. He seemed anxious, sombre, probably from the halls they walked. Thrilled about spending time together in Paris, but there was something else.. he seemed nervous, his eyes flitted about. She noted his breathing and her own quickened to catch up with his.
"What is it my love?"
He steeled his nerves, attempting the same cool, almost taunting nature he'd adopted when interacting with her as her "inner darkess". Unfortunately, it was not successful. Even in this place, so dark and far-removed from anything remotely civilized, he felt somewhat... comfortable in relative obscurity, often allowing others to take the spotlight. He knew the world was changing, now, however; he had been hiding in the shadows for too long. He NEEDED to do this - and she NEEDED to know. He gathered his wits and met her beautiful gaze with his, fumbling in his pocket for the box.
"Alexandra, my Queen..."
He slowly lowers himself to one knee, presenting the black box emblazoned with a silver skull at the top bearing the initials "A" and "J" in each eye socket.
"My Dark Reflection, my accursed beloved... would you deign to finally make these names official, and take my hand in marriage?"
His heart pounded in his chest, threatening to work its way up and out through his esophagus if she decided to say no. Alexandra looked at him, tilting her head to the side as he spoke. She kept her gaze on his as he dropped down to one knee. She swallowed hard, looking down at him as he presented the black box, with the skull and their initials. She felt the corners of her lips quirk upwards. Even here.. in Paris, knowing of all that had transpired between them, she nodded.
"Yes Jonathan.. my beloved, Dark King.. My Angel of Darkness.. I will take your hand in marriage."
She reached down to caress his cheek with her hand. Before her hands moved to the box touching it softly to open it. The box opened smoothly on a silver hinge to reveal a jet-black Onyx ring, set with a deep purple-red stone; Alexandrite. The housing was pure silver, to offset the darkness of the ring and the stone, and the large gem in the center was ringed with many tiny Moonstones. It was small, nearly impossible to spot in the flickering torchlight, but engraved into the band is the phrase "A&J - Soulbound Through the Looking Glass" Alexandra looked at the ring in the box, her heart caught in her throat and she looked up into his eyes. It was hard to think that such a small time had passed between their first glance and now, but how much they had been through together. He had been there with her through so much, all the way from the beginning of her time here, he had been in her life, without her realizing it. He had lead her to him.
"Jon.. it's beautiful.."
She held out her hand, waiting for him to slip the ring on her finger.
"I will marry you.."
Jonathan could scarcely believe it either - but from the moment she had set foot in the company, he had known. He had felt somehow COMPELLED - drawn to her, like a moth unto a flame. She was calling to his soul, all of these long years... the piece he had been missing. He slowly slid the ring onto her outstretched finger, tears streaming down his cheeks as he saw that it fit perfectly.
"My Angel... my Queen... my Ally... my wife."
He pulled her into a deep and passionate kiss, his arms snaking around her as he did. She smiled feeling him slipping the ring onto her finger and when the tears streamed down his face, she took to her knees, capturing his face in her hands, kissing his face all over to dry his tears. Hearing his words she smiled brightly, knowing that she would never be alone again. They had each other and things were perfect in that moment. Then he pulled her into a passionate and deep kiss, cause her to sigh against his lips. Once they had finished, she spoke.
"My Demon.. My King.. My Jon... my Husband.."
She pulled him into another passionate kiss, her fingers now tangling in his jacket, as tears of happiness streamed down her cheeks. Jonathan returned the kiss with gusto as one hand came up to wipe away her tears, although more of his own soon joined them. He had never expected this outcome for himself, that he could be loved - could FEEL love - so deeply. So truly. She had done something for him that no other living being had been able to do. She had reached past the Lost Cause, the pain, the violence, to the man he TRULY was on the inside. There in the catacombs of Paris, the Dark Lovers, took the next step, vowing to marry one another.
"And even this, too, shall pass away..."
He allows his hand to trail from the stone, running over a group of skulls set loosely in the wall just to his right, as the Lost Cause inhales deeply. A thousand different thoughts play through his head, and emotions run across his face; he is anxious, sombre, thrilled, TERRIFIED - but mostly, he is ready. Jonathan is still very insecure - about himself, about his future, the reality of is "message" - but he knows one truth even more certainly than the vast loneliness of an uncaring universe. Standing slowly to full height, he fishes the small, black felt box from his jacket pocket, striding further into the alcove where his beloved Alexandra Calaway is seen waiting, reading a plaque posed on one of the graves.
"Alexandra..."
Her eyes are focused on the plaque posted there, her eyes fixed on it. But she can sense his closeness, just like she did that night in the club, when the two of them toyed with each other in ways that no one else would ever be able to do. She tried to concentrate on the plaque, reaching out to touch it, her hand deftly moved over the stone carvings, reading each letter with her fingers like a blind man would braille. She took each moment to treasure forever, having not seen this side of Paris, the one other time she had visited.
"My love..."
She turned to look at him, her eyes fixed on his form. He seemed anxious, sombre, probably from the halls they walked. Thrilled about spending time together in Paris, but there was something else.. he seemed nervous, his eyes flitted about. She noted his breathing and her own quickened to catch up with his.
"What is it my love?"
He steeled his nerves, attempting the same cool, almost taunting nature he'd adopted when interacting with her as her "inner darkess". Unfortunately, it was not successful. Even in this place, so dark and far-removed from anything remotely civilized, he felt somewhat... comfortable in relative obscurity, often allowing others to take the spotlight. He knew the world was changing, now, however; he had been hiding in the shadows for too long. He NEEDED to do this - and she NEEDED to know. He gathered his wits and met her beautiful gaze with his, fumbling in his pocket for the box.
"Alexandra, my Queen..."
He slowly lowers himself to one knee, presenting the black box emblazoned with a silver skull at the top bearing the initials "A" and "J" in each eye socket.
"My Dark Reflection, my accursed beloved... would you deign to finally make these names official, and take my hand in marriage?"
His heart pounded in his chest, threatening to work its way up and out through his esophagus if she decided to say no. Alexandra looked at him, tilting her head to the side as he spoke. She kept her gaze on his as he dropped down to one knee. She swallowed hard, looking down at him as he presented the black box, with the skull and their initials. She felt the corners of her lips quirk upwards. Even here.. in Paris, knowing of all that had transpired between them, she nodded.
"Yes Jonathan.. my beloved, Dark King.. My Angel of Darkness.. I will take your hand in marriage."
She reached down to caress his cheek with her hand. Before her hands moved to the box touching it softly to open it. The box opened smoothly on a silver hinge to reveal a jet-black Onyx ring, set with a deep purple-red stone; Alexandrite. The housing was pure silver, to offset the darkness of the ring and the stone, and the large gem in the center was ringed with many tiny Moonstones. It was small, nearly impossible to spot in the flickering torchlight, but engraved into the band is the phrase "A&J - Soulbound Through the Looking Glass" Alexandra looked at the ring in the box, her heart caught in her throat and she looked up into his eyes. It was hard to think that such a small time had passed between their first glance and now, but how much they had been through together. He had been there with her through so much, all the way from the beginning of her time here, he had been in her life, without her realizing it. He had lead her to him.
"Jon.. it's beautiful.."
She held out her hand, waiting for him to slip the ring on her finger.
"I will marry you.."
Jonathan could scarcely believe it either - but from the moment she had set foot in the company, he had known. He had felt somehow COMPELLED - drawn to her, like a moth unto a flame. She was calling to his soul, all of these long years... the piece he had been missing. He slowly slid the ring onto her outstretched finger, tears streaming down his cheeks as he saw that it fit perfectly.
"My Angel... my Queen... my Ally... my wife."
He pulled her into a deep and passionate kiss, his arms snaking around her as he did. She smiled feeling him slipping the ring onto her finger and when the tears streamed down his face, she took to her knees, capturing his face in her hands, kissing his face all over to dry his tears. Hearing his words she smiled brightly, knowing that she would never be alone again. They had each other and things were perfect in that moment. Then he pulled her into a passionate and deep kiss, cause her to sigh against his lips. Once they had finished, she spoke.
"My Demon.. My King.. My Jon... my Husband.."
She pulled him into another passionate kiss, her fingers now tangling in his jacket, as tears of happiness streamed down her cheeks. Jonathan returned the kiss with gusto as one hand came up to wipe away her tears, although more of his own soon joined them. He had never expected this outcome for himself, that he could be loved - could FEEL love - so deeply. So truly. She had done something for him that no other living being had been able to do. She had reached past the Lost Cause, the pain, the violence, to the man he TRULY was on the inside. There in the catacombs of Paris, the Dark Lovers, took the next step, vowing to marry one another.