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Cold Comfort by Klytaimnestra [NC-17]
Fandom: FOREVER KNIGHT
Pairing: Natalie Lambert/Lucien LaCroix
Length: 18,150 words
Author on LJ: n/a
Author Website: Klytaimnestra's Site
Why this must be read: For me there's something very intriguing about Natalie/LaCroix. These two should never be together but the idea of them together appeals to a twisted part of the brain. I love the idea of those two characters butting heads but I never quite crossed the line into thinking of the two of them engaging in anything other than a meeting of the minds. However because Klytaimnestra's writing is so engaging I decided to give this story a try. I liked it. It's interesting. Set just prior to the series finale, LaCroix is still reeling from his recent personal loss and Natalie has come to some conclusions regarding her relationship with Nick and his commitment to his current incarnation. It just goes to show that competent, engaging writers can make unusual scenarios work.
Cold Comfort by Klytaimnestra
He had turned away from her again, and was looking out the window. He didn't answer for some time. "Even in life I thought I was a god," he said finally, meditatively, in a voice so low she nearly missed it. "The Gauls I conquered were by nature slaves to the Romans, and the Romans, by nature, slaves to me. Or so I thought."
Natalie had known little of his mortal life. She listened, fascinated.
"I had only to teach them their proper position," he continued. "I intended to be emperor and I think I might have succeeded. I had birth, wealth, connections, ambition, and far more than average abilities. I had charm. I had an army. I could rise as far as I cared to go."
"And then three days after I had returned to Pompeii from my last campaign, Vesuvius erupted."
He fell silent. The lights behind him cast his shadow on the glass. In the patch of darkness Natalie could see the lights twinkling beyond the trees.
"That was when you came across?" she prompted eventually.
He nodded. "I was enraged," he said simply. He turned from the window and sat down again on the far end of the couch, facing her. "The gods had no right to rip my triumph, my promise, my life, from me. When I was offered eternal life in exchange I seized on it without a second thought."
"And so for two thousand years I've been a god indeed." He looked past her, at some internal vision, and fell silent once more.
"That's not how Nick feels," Natalie ventured.
LaCroix roused himself. "No, he has quite the opposite view. He believes he's a demon from the darkest realms of Hades."
"But you say you're beginning to agree with him?" Natalie asked.
Pairing: Natalie Lambert/Lucien LaCroix
Length: 18,150 words
Author on LJ: n/a
Author Website: Klytaimnestra's Site
Why this must be read: For me there's something very intriguing about Natalie/LaCroix. These two should never be together but the idea of them together appeals to a twisted part of the brain. I love the idea of those two characters butting heads but I never quite crossed the line into thinking of the two of them engaging in anything other than a meeting of the minds. However because Klytaimnestra's writing is so engaging I decided to give this story a try. I liked it. It's interesting. Set just prior to the series finale, LaCroix is still reeling from his recent personal loss and Natalie has come to some conclusions regarding her relationship with Nick and his commitment to his current incarnation. It just goes to show that competent, engaging writers can make unusual scenarios work.
Cold Comfort by Klytaimnestra
He had turned away from her again, and was looking out the window. He didn't answer for some time. "Even in life I thought I was a god," he said finally, meditatively, in a voice so low she nearly missed it. "The Gauls I conquered were by nature slaves to the Romans, and the Romans, by nature, slaves to me. Or so I thought."
Natalie had known little of his mortal life. She listened, fascinated.
"I had only to teach them their proper position," he continued. "I intended to be emperor and I think I might have succeeded. I had birth, wealth, connections, ambition, and far more than average abilities. I had charm. I had an army. I could rise as far as I cared to go."
"And then three days after I had returned to Pompeii from my last campaign, Vesuvius erupted."
He fell silent. The lights behind him cast his shadow on the glass. In the patch of darkness Natalie could see the lights twinkling beyond the trees.
"That was when you came across?" she prompted eventually.
He nodded. "I was enraged," he said simply. He turned from the window and sat down again on the far end of the couch, facing her. "The gods had no right to rip my triumph, my promise, my life, from me. When I was offered eternal life in exchange I seized on it without a second thought."
"And so for two thousand years I've been a god indeed." He looked past her, at some internal vision, and fell silent once more.
"That's not how Nick feels," Natalie ventured.
LaCroix roused himself. "No, he has quite the opposite view. He believes he's a demon from the darkest realms of Hades."
"But you say you're beginning to agree with him?" Natalie asked.