#hiring george’s agency. sending an invite to a high end ball to chrysi. going to the parade knowing both george and chrysi will be there

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GOD, but the slow dawning horror azure must’ve had as he realized he couldn’t escape his family, his legacy. he ran off with chrysi to study the problem and own three cats and be, ultimately, two normal ppl (or as normal as you can get when your girlfriend can still see and communicate with ghosts long past the age when her abilities should’ve faded, but… hey, he still got to meet the family and meet her four adoptive brothers and try to impress them! normal ppl things!!).

then thoughts that weren’t his own began to press into his head. he’d be watching chrysi make him tea and then he’d feel the urge to take her hand and press it into the hot stove until it gave her permanent scarring. and, god, he was so scared—of himself, and for chrysi—until he realized that they weren’t his thoughts, and then got even more scared.

nothing he did helped, after that. mordecai’s smart—he’d give azure ring scares like that, then lull him into a sense of security by allowing azure total calm for weeks. sometimes months at a time. but he’d always come back with a horrible thought or impulse or dream, to keep azure on edge. keep him sleepless. weaken his defenses so he could take control over him.

it was the end of azure lafaye as azure lafaye the night that he woke up with his hands around chrysi’s neck. they were hovering, really, but azure woke up and knew that if he’d been just a moment too late, he would’ve killed the only person that mattered to him. in fact, he knew that mordecai had woken him up on purpose. it was a warning—return to the fold, else he’ll kill chrysi by azure’s own hands.

so azure returns. he could never run away. he was trapped from the start. there was no escape. his father allowed all his rebellions, and he decided when they would stop. and now his father would take his place for him.

#memorie.txt #s.chryzure #p.ghosthood #tangentially. anyway this makes me scream into my pillow… the tragedy that is penelope fittes but projects that onto azure #and chrysi’s pov of her boyfriend becoming more and more reclusive and hollow #then disappearing without a word #only for her to read the newspapers and realize that azure’s still alive… he’s the new head of his father’s company. #he never contacted her. he’s alive. he’s well. HE NEVER CONTACTED HER. #and when she tries to contact him (begging crying pleading w her azure but she doesn’t realize that it’s NOT her azure) he ignores her #mordecai deliberately has to keep himself away frm chrysi because he knows that her presence would be enough for azure to break free #AUGH… and yet even under the control of mordecai azure finds ways to rebel—to send out an SOS #hiring george’s agency. sending an invite to a high end ball to chrysi. going to the parade knowing both george and chrysi will be there #he can do so very little but he makes it count!! #then chrysi figures out what’s going on first—mordecai manhandles her out and she cries out ‘azure you’re hurting me!’ #and the way he drops her arm with such an anguished look on his face tells her everything #oh god. it’s not azure. he’s still there but it’s not azure. he’s trapped. she can’t do anything abt it-—not yet #and then after that mordecai keeps her as far away from him as possible #she’s battling her way back to azure but it’s taking too long! that’s her bunny! he’s in pain! PLEASE BRING HIM BACK TO HER #george’s agency ends up saving the day w chrysi but it took much too long for her liking #after that she and azure are impossible to pry away from each other for almost an entire month #they are never letting go of each other again!!!