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

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They found him in bed, Friday morning. After last Friday, everyone had hoped it would be different-- but no. Tragedy had struck once more-- in the form of a dagger plunged into the heart of King Richard, The Tagalong. Now here they stood, in the courtroom, trying not to look at the images of those they'd lost.

“Who would have killed King Richard?” Steven Universe asked, hugging himself and looking down.

“He was an idiot, but a harmless idiot. And the manner of death was overkill.” Mephisto speaks up.

“That’s right-- the wound to his stomach would have been enough to kill him, on--- What’s that sound?” Stephen stops, looking around trying to find the source of the sound.

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

“OH MY GOD, WILL YOU STOP?” Santana screams at her neighbor, and Anne of Cleves shrieks even louder. She had been silent before-- much like she had been during the previous trial. It had seemed to make sense, she was close to Richard after all-- but now, with the screeching intensifying, something seemed---

“ANNE STOP---” Riley yells, covering her ears, cut off by an abrupt silence as Anne throws her hands into the air. They’re covered in blood. Then Anne starts to sob, and everyone is left to awkwardly look at each other.

“I did it! I committed regicide!” Anne of Cleves wails, and Mephisto can only look over at Stephen, and shrug.

“That one was easy.” He states, hitting the button for Anne of Cleves, The Catfish.

Five minute trial. Bam.

When Red had come looking for help, Anne was outside of her room, meaning to go find some new adventurous outfits from the costume room. Instead, she ended up running into an extremely distressed Red, who had desperately tugged on her arm.

“Queen Anne, come quick! It’s--- It’s King Richard!” Anne didn’t need to be told twice, and instead of Red pulling her towards Richard’s room, It’s Anne that would be dragging the poor child down the hall, were they not already both running. Anne practically kicks the door down, and Red follows her in, shutting the door behind her, looking pale.

Richard, for what it’s worth, cracks a smile for Anne, though it seems to pain him to do so. “Oh, H-hey cuz…”

“WHAT HAPPENED?” Anne shrieks-- and Richard looks away sheepishly. Her own eyes follow his-- landing on Red, who looks very pale, and very sick.

“I-it was an accident!” Red stammers out, looking pained. Anne’s panicked face immediately smoothes over into something more capable and reassuring-- demure, practiced, and more like her portrait than she’s ever looked, as she takes Richard’s hand, squeezing it tightly.

“It’ll be okay. Just go to your room and clean up.” Anne says gently, and when Red’s petrified stare turns to move to Richard, he gives a nod, and a tight smile. Once Red’s gone, she lifts his shirt, just so-- and immediately starts praying to herself, in quick whispered words as she looks at the wound.

“I-it’s not so---” He tries, and Anne shakes her head. “It is that bad. I can’t… I’m not a doctor! I can’t…” She chokes out a sob. “You’re going to die!”

They both know what that means. Anne tries not to weep as she fetches him something to write with, sits patiently beside him while he finishes what he must. Then-- when he makes to get up, she pushes him back down onto the bed. “What are you doing?” She hisses-- he’s in too much pain to speak now, and the look he gives her tells her all she needs to know. “Don’t worry about that. I promised I’d get her home safely, ja?” She sets his crown atop his head, smoothes his hair into place-- and just as he starts to look peaceful--

She rips the blade from the wound and drives it into his heart.

It’s a good thing the rooms are soundproofed. Even if they weren’t-- it would have been hard to hear if Richard cried out or not as he died--- Anne was too busy screaming the entire time.

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