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『 Loving a Marigold 』

Characters featured: Durante Astrope(@revivemyreverie), Camilla Marigold

Mentioned: Camilla Marigold, Victoria Shard

Pairing: Durante Astrope x Camilla Marigold

Synopsis: “What is it like, to love a Marigold?”

Warning(s): Potentially ooc, Camilla doesn't make an appearance but is explicitly mentioned, soft(?) Durante, one Aldrich reference, Durante's probably so ooc oml I flopped 😭

{ Apologies for any out of character moments }

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“What does love feel like?”

A question he was asked.

The first time he was asked, he didn't know how to answer. Upholding justice was, first and foremost, his priority.

His ideals came first.

They always did.

Right?

Well, yes, for a time.

But then she came along.

Durante didn't know what became of himself. What sort of person he became in the vicinity of her.

But something…. Something about her urged him to never pull away whenever there came a chance when he got to hold her.

It was wrong. So wrong to love her, when she was a walking representation of what his ideals oppose.

A liar. A manipulator. God forbid, a God damn gossipmonger.

She was, in every sense of the word, someone he was meant to oppose. Someone he saw as a reminder of why he must uphold his ideals in such high regard.

“Love?” Durante looked up at the darkness of the horizon, eyes softening. “A trivial concept, love is…”

He looked down, tracing the back of his hand with an uncharacteristically soft undertone in the way he spoke. “.... What have you done?” he asked.

“What have you done to me, Camilla?”

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To love a Marigold is to love a challenge.

She was always so blunt, so honest about how she felt about his ideals — the little regard she had for the justice he so desperately wished to uphold.

It annoyed him, actually.

She annoyed him.

But she had her moments. Of weakness, of kindness, and undeniable affection for both him and the world that surrounded them.

“If you ask me, you didn't need to do this,” he would grumble, grimacing in pain as Camilla stitched up one of the wounds he received from a fight.

She'd click her tongue, and shake her head. “I insist, Du,” she would assure him, kissing his cheek for the briefest of seconds before continuing to stitch him back to recovery.

Durante paused, still feeling — processing — the sensation of her lips touching his cheek.

And perhaps, he wished it touched his lips.

Not that he ever told that to Camilla. He didn't need to.

She always knew what he was thinking. Even without any telepathic abilities, she always knew.

I guess that's one of the talents she acquired from being the gossiper she was, Durante figured.

Regardless, there was always a part of him that felt…. At ease around her. Despite her gossiping tendencies.

And when he first discovered that, he didn't know if he liked it or not.

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To love a Marigold is to endure arguments.

Arguments were inevitable. In relationships, they were there to keep both parties in balance.

Durante knew that very well.

So why did he always feel strings tug at his chest whenever he and Camilla fought with one another?

He never understood why, but seeing the hurt in her eyes after he yelled something particularly displeasing to her… Made him feel an unexplainable level of guilt.

Durante knew one thing for certain, at least.

Even if an argument was particularly harrowing to both parties, they'd always — somehow — find each other back in each other's arms.

At the very least, they held more functionality in their relationship compared to Victoria and her obsessive prince.

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To love a Marigold…. Is to love them despite their flaws.

He thought he hated her. Durante always thought he'd never see Camilla as anything outside a walking representation of what he opposes.

And Camilla hated him back, for the sole reason that she knew he hated her.

She just didn't know why.

And it killed her. It killed her to know that with each passing day, with each coincidental interaction they'd share, she felt it.

Felt the growing feelings she had for him.

Camilla hated that feeling. She hated that feeling so much because she believed that no matter what she felt for Durante, he wouldn't love her back.

But he did.

He actually did. He loved her so much, he couldn't imagine a life where they never met. A life where he never got to hold her in his arms and hesitate to let go.

Durante wanted her. He wanted to hold her, to love her. To assure her that regardless of her ‘flaws’, he loved her anyway.

He didn't care about her curse and the effects it had on her hair. He may have hated her singing, and her gossiping most definitely, but his love always weighed over that.

Durante knew that she was cruel. That she was twisted, and cunning, and manipulative, and someone who'd willingly oppose justice.

But did that stop him from wrapping his arms around her with such hesitancy, his eyes narrowed and jaw clenched as he whispered — “I love you, God damn it,” into her ears?

No.

No, it didn't.

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