Free-Write #3
Title: She Kissed Me
Characters: Calligra, Nira, High-Lord Scott (Nira's father)
Time: 5 minutes
Rating: PG-13 for language
Words: 332
Notes: First person account from Calligra about why Nira is "his"; Middle of Year Six, discusses Year Five events
She betrayed me, you know. I risked my life for her, and saved her life... and she betrayed me. I should have let her die back there. Her father wanted her dead; he was sacraficing her as a sign of good will. One beautiful young virgin, clad in angelic white. The perfect gift to sooth rattled nerves in the political world. But then the Battle broke out, when the forces attacked before he could make the announcement, and she was thrown in the middle of it all. I didn't know she was supposed to be dead, of course. I just saw what appeared to be both a little child and a magestic angel huddled, crying, in the middle of the warfront, with dead bodies around her and shots flying past her head. I saved her life. But then things got rough, and she wasn't in her right mind, I guess, and we... she... I.... she kissed me. Not I kissed her, as her father claims. She kissed me. And when the fighting died down again, after days and days, they discovered that I had made my room hers, that I had taken her in and protected her and all that jazz. And they hated it, because techically I had saved her life twice-- once from the fighting, and then once from her own father, for when she was being protected in my room, he tried to find her to do the whole virgin slaughter thing that he was so intent on. And around here, saving someone twice bonds you.
So she's mine. And she hates me. It's a charming dynamic, really-- her life is tied to mine, yet she wishes I were dead. Her father too, but he can't touch us now without the law falling upon him heavily. She tortures me, plays with our bond, leads me on, and nearly kills me more often than not. But I cannot escape her any more than she can I. We're stuck.
Fuck that.
Characters: Calligra, Nira, High-Lord Scott (Nira's father)
Time: 5 minutes
Rating: PG-13 for language
Words: 332
Notes: First person account from Calligra about why Nira is "his"; Middle of Year Six, discusses Year Five events
She betrayed me, you know. I risked my life for her, and saved her life... and she betrayed me. I should have let her die back there. Her father wanted her dead; he was sacraficing her as a sign of good will. One beautiful young virgin, clad in angelic white. The perfect gift to sooth rattled nerves in the political world. But then the Battle broke out, when the forces attacked before he could make the announcement, and she was thrown in the middle of it all. I didn't know she was supposed to be dead, of course. I just saw what appeared to be both a little child and a magestic angel huddled, crying, in the middle of the warfront, with dead bodies around her and shots flying past her head. I saved her life. But then things got rough, and she wasn't in her right mind, I guess, and we... she... I.... she kissed me. Not I kissed her, as her father claims. She kissed me. And when the fighting died down again, after days and days, they discovered that I had made my room hers, that I had taken her in and protected her and all that jazz. And they hated it, because techically I had saved her life twice-- once from the fighting, and then once from her own father, for when she was being protected in my room, he tried to find her to do the whole virgin slaughter thing that he was so intent on. And around here, saving someone twice bonds you.
So she's mine. And she hates me. It's a charming dynamic, really-- her life is tied to mine, yet she wishes I were dead. Her father too, but he can't touch us now without the law falling upon him heavily. She tortures me, plays with our bond, leads me on, and nearly kills me more often than not. But I cannot escape her any more than she can I. We're stuck.
Fuck that.