thebackstage | a little kink [the It's Curtains kink meme]

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Raoul found him in the garden, after hours. It was Thursday night - the grief and secrets that had been plaguing them all week, well, everything would come to a head tomorrow, for good or for ill.

"She would have loved it here," Billy said, his fingers tracing the edges of a bush with large, round, pink flowers. He didn't have to say who - his crush on the princess had come to light in the last trial when he had come close to assaulting Hook for making fun of the dead girl. If anyone thought it improper for a man of Billy's age to be interested in a girl of Anna's, no one had said anything. No one knew what to do with the doctor after the trial, he had just sort of. Existed. And his condition had further deteriorated on Monday, and then again on Tuesday, though no one approached him to ask why.

This was the first time that Raoul had seen him out of his room since Tuesday, now that he thought about it.

"Monsieur, are you...alright?" Raoul asked, stepping forward, hand outstretched to find the sleeve of the man's hoodie. Billy turned to him with wet, red-rimmed eyes, and then shook his head.

"...I loved her." He said it almost too quietly to hear. "A girl back home, Penny, she was kind and caring and- and she always did her laundry on Tuesday and Saturday, and I never... got the chance to speak to her." His voice cracks. "But she's dead, and it's my fault."

"...A memory, then," Raoul said softly, sympathetically. Billy flinched away from his hand, shoved his hands deeper in his jacket pockets. "What are you doing in here, Monsieur? It's late- you should be in your room."

"Nothing," Billy lied, but the way he blinked in quick succession, the first time harder than the next, curling his head away to hide his face, made suspicion bloom in Raoul's gut.

"What have you in your pockets?" he asked, hesitantly. "Monsieur, if you are planning to act on that foul motive-"

"I'm not acting! I'm- I'm awful, I'm Horrible! You're better off without me anyway, and-" his voice cracks. "They knew I was going to kill somebody. That was why they brought me here, because they knew I already had. Maybe- maybe they thought that the threat of being exposed would get me to snap, but I don't care about that! Not anymore!" He takes a step back from Raoul, holds up the hand that had been in his pocket this whole time. There was a small glass in it, shimmering with pinkish liquid and filled with floating, wilted petals and leaves.

"But- if someone doesn't die, then everyone's secrets will be revealed. And- and maybe someone else has something that they need to hide." His blue eyes were wide.

"My God! Is that poison?"

"Cyanogenic glycoside - I guess it's not as neat as straight cyanide, but for a murder opera you'd be surprised at how hard it is to kill yourself," Billy said, almost jokingly, more frantically. Raoul's mouth went dry.

"Don't- don't do this..." he pleaded, hands out in front of him as he took a step forward.

"Why can't you see what I see?
Do you believe the lies?
Maybe the fee's too pricey for you to realize,
everyone is slipping..."

He closed his eyes and looked up at the ceiling with almost a smile.

"I feel like slipping away..."

"No!" Raoul yelled, lunging forward when Billy raised the glass to his lips. He wasn't thinking, just acting, and he pushed the hand away. He heard the glass shatter.

"What have you done?" Billy said. He pushed Raoul, who met him with hands on his shoulders.

"I've stopped you from making a grave mistake, Monsieur! Death is not the answer!" Raoul begged.

"You saw what happened last week! Killers get executed, Raoul! And if that's what I deserve then I'm not going to give Management the pleasure of doing it for me!" Billy cried.

"See reason!"

"There's nothing worth seeing!" Raoul pushed Billy off of him with a final shove. The doctor, caught on the back foot, staggered back and fell to the ground. Raoul panted, bracing his hands on his knees.

And then he heard the ragged, wet sound of labored breathing. And he realized that Billy wasn't getting up.

"Oh, God..." Raoul murmured. "No! No, no no no no... Monsieur? Billy? Oh, God..." He ran to the man's side and fell to his knees. Billy's adam's apple bobbed with every gasping attempt at shallow breath that he gulped down, but his blue eyes were staring near-sightlessly in the direction of the hydrangea bush. Blood poured down his face, pooled on the dirt beneath him, sticking the soil to his face, his hands, his clothes. Raoul almost reached out to touch him, and then realized the futility. The source of the wounds, a wickedly pronged cultivator, had its claws buried deep in the man's head.

"I'm sorry..." Raoul breathed. There was nothing he could do. But he took Billy's hand in his and held it. "I'm truly... I'm sorry..." The gasping breaths came more and more infrequent, and the tensed muscles relaxed as the Doctor breathed his last. Tears sprang to Raoul's eyes, but he reached out and closed Billy's blue eyes. He stood and walked from the garden to wash his hands and change clothes.

He had no intention of letting the others die for him, but if justice were truly to be served then he would face it as a gentleman.

a little kink [the It's Curtains kink meme]

tw: attempted suicide