Lelouch, Nunnally, RoloRating:
There were always little things that made him wonder why he didn’t notice the replacement earlier.
There were always little things that made him wonder why he didn’t notice the replacement earlier. Just those little things that he would look back on and question. Why hadn’t he noticed earlier and why hadn’t he bothered to seek the answer?
It started with their hands. His were larger. Still smaller than his own, fitting together well when they interlocked fingers, but noticeably larger than hers. His were callused too, while hers were as if unused. His trigger finger was worn and his palm smooth from the knife’s grip. Her hands were as soft and gentle as she was.
Their height was different. He never had to bend to his knees to accommodate, when he was sure he used to all the time.
Their demeanor was different too. One was shy, quiet, and it took him some effort to coax him out of their rooms and into the comfort of their friends’ company. The other was more outgoing, cheerful, and open to their friends.
Why hadn’t he noticed it sooner?
It couldn’t have been written off so easily as distorted memories. He had felt that nervous, anxiousness brought on by the muddiness in his mind. As if something was there but not quite right.
Maybe it was their hair, the same shade of light brown. Or the softness of them both. While one was more lithe than the other, there was still that gentle, soft feeling about them.
Or maybe he imagined it all and the fake was just that good of an actor (he knew that wasn’t really true at either).
It didn’t really matter, either way. One was all that mattered, and he would live for her. The other was doomed to die by his hand (if he could manage it, and he was sure to) for taking her place.
hurrr five minute drabble for isaac
's challenge. sorry for the crap.