7 Works by Lexyan

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    "It was the first time you'd fought with her and the first time you'd seen the color of your own blood.

    The liquid that spurted from your lips was red. Almost black.

    Maybe you were a little bit human, after all."

    Sometimes, when you're a war crime, all you need to do to know how to live is to meet Death and fall in love with her.

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    "Mother also says you're not friends anymore. Why?"

    When Alicent lowered her gaze to Joffrey, she read no reproach in the little boy's eyes, merely innocent curiosity. Why weren't they friends anymore? There had been so much pain, so many elements beyond her control that had led to this situation that Alicent had never clearly dared ask herself the question, as if the answer couldn't possibly be simple anyway. And yet the words came to her naturally, like a breath too long held in her lungs.

    "Because we hurt each other, mutually."

    "Why?"

    "Because it was so decided."

    "I don't understand," muttered the child.

    "I don't understand either," was all Alicent could reply.

    It had been four years since Driftmark, since Aemond's lost eye and Rhaenyra's blood. Four years to pray and forget.

    Four years after Driftmark, when Alicent thought she had finally forgotten, the maester announced that little Jaehaerys' lungs were sick and that only Dragonstone's sea air could cure him. And, once again, Alicent was forced to remember, to confront a past that was far too heavy, an echo of all she had lost.

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    When Kushana finally got to her feet, she swore never to cry again, to become strong, so strong that the only red she would see would be the blood of her enemies and not the mocking red of a poisoned cup or a little doll's dress.

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    1/1
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    5
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    14
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    2
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    "Poor Creon! My nails are broken, my fingers are bleeding, my arms are covered with the welts left by the paws of your guards - , but I am a queen."

     

    Claudine comes out of her reverie and in front of her there is Antigone. Sitting at an isolated table, her back straight, motionless, her lips tight in a thin smile, she looks at her with her distant and inaccessible eyes. Eyes that Claudine knows only too well.

    Violet eyes, so different and strangely so close to the obsidian pupils of Antigone.

    "Antigone by Jean Anouilh. It is an interesting play. How did you like my interpretation?"
    "Maya."
    "Hello Claudine."

    It has been three years since Claudine returned to France after finishing Seisho. Three years far from Japan and her friends, in the race of Paris and the Théâtre de la Flamme. In the current stage, Claudine plays Antigone and the young princess disturbs her, without her being able to understand why. Until the day when Maya appears before her without any warning, quoting Antigone as if she and the Theban princess were one.

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    Chapters:
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    "Do you think that love is weakness?”

    “Now's not the time for talking, concentrate on your moves!”

    “Titus said that love is weakness and that to be Commander is to be alone. Is it true? "

    "And you? Do you think he's right?"

    The little girl sniffs and blows on the strand of hair that has escaped from her messy braid to stick to her damp cheek.

    "I don't know what love is" she finally said and her eyes were like two little dark ponds, lost in the woods.

    ***

    This is the story of a little girl lost in the night of her blood and of ancient traditions.
    This is how she fight againt this cruel world and how she meets some lights in the darkness.
    This is the story of Lexa, a single girl who didn't have the right to love. But who loved anyway.

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    English
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    11,507
    Chapters:
    2/?
    Comments:
    12
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    30
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    2
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    « Dis, tu penses que l’amour rend faible ? »

    « C’est pas le moment de parler, concentre-toi ! »

    « Titus nous a dit que l’amour rendait faible et qu’être Commandante, c’était être seule. C’est vrai ? »

    « Et toi ? Qu’est-ce que t’en penses ? »

    La petite fille renifle et souffle sur la mèche qui s’est échappée de son épaisse tresse pour venir se coller à sa joue humide. Ses yeux verts ne croisent pas un seul instant ceux de sa professeure.

    « Je sais pas ce qu'est l’amour, » dit-elle finalement. Et ses yeux sont comme deux petits étangs noirs perdus dans les bois.

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    C'est l'histoire d'une petite fille perdue dans la nuit qui coule en elle. La nuit des anciennes traditions.
    L'histoire de son combat contre la cruauté du monde et des lumières qu'elle rencontre au cœur de la nuit.
    L'histoire de Lexa, une jeune fille qui n'avait pas le droit d'aimer. Mais qui a aimé quand même.

    Language:
    Français
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    5,705
    Chapters:
    1/?
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    3
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    3
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    Akito ignored Yuki’s compassionate smile and could not keep the question that oppressed her chest any longer.

    “And it doesn’t bother you ? That I am here. Why didn’t you delay your coming ?”

    There was a silence during which Yuki frowned slightly, looking even more thoughtful than before. Then, his face turned straight to Akito's bent and half hidden one. There was no more smile on his lips.

    “Because I wanted to talk to you. There are things I want to tell you and others that I’d like to ask you Akito.”

    ***

    Akito had always been afraid of the words. For her, words had long been only tools of manipulation, torture and pain. It was Tohru who, for the first time, had taught Akito that words could also heal and comfort. That, if they could bring suffering, they could also bring sweetness and relief.

    Language:
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    1/1
    Comments:
    5
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    23
    Bookmarks:
    8
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