fiction: Paradise
I was listening to a song, and then a friend showed me the trailer to Alice: Madness returns. That doesn't really justify how this thing was born, but it was fun to write. I guess.
Warnings: horrible characters, vagueness. Oh, also... slight girl/girl? I've always wanted to write something like this.
“Is your dress made of butterflies?” she asks, one long, ring-clad finger touching the fullness of her bottom lip. She taps the bottom of her shoe twice on the marble floor and looks up.
Sienna resists the impulse to tilt her head and peck the girl’s mouth. The way she clenches the fabric of her dress is a sure giveaway of the fact that she is… tempted to do it. Horribly so. Instead, the girl laughs, strands of soft, blonde hair tickling her cheeks.
“Of course not, silly.”
“It certainly looks so. See, here,” she gets up, and crosses the room with three graceful steps “when the light hits it… It looks so pretty. Just like butterfly wings.”
Sienna looks down at her dress, her eyes catching the sight of dark eyelashes rested on pale cheeks. Eve’s skin is pale, sickly so; if you look close enough, you can see blue and red underneath it. They both find it rather entertaining to look at her veins and try to guess where they go. Sometimes, Sienna catches glimpses of more than Eve’s blood, and she averts her eyes, cheeks warmer and hands trembling. But that is when the girl kisses her face, right underneath her eye, and then goes back to braiding their hair together.
Blonde and black.
Light and dark.
“Oh.”
It’s a short answer, but it is everything Eve needs to gracefully bend her back and brush their lips together. Sienna gasps and takes a step back, hand instantly reaching to cover her mouth. The other girl chuckles softly and takes a step forward.
“You always do that when I kiss you.”
“Do what?”
Eve smiles and stops advancing when she notices the other’s expression. Her hand is toying with the hem of her skirt and Sienna’s gaze rests on the girl’s fingers.
“You can stop me anytime. Don’t… back away anymore.”
The blonde bites her bottom lip and looks at the floor, suddenly feeling guilty. Eve shakes her head, taking a step forward and cupping her cheeks in her cold hands. Freezing, in fact.
“Shh.”
“I wasn’t…”
“I know what you are thinking, remember?”
This makes Sienna’s eyes water, the tears clinging to her eyelashes and then sliding down her cheeks. She raises her warm hands to cover Eve’s and starts sobbing into the girl’s chest. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m-“
I’m sorry I wasn’t there.
I’m sorry I let him kill you.
She doesn’t have to say it out loud, because Eve knows. She holds the trembling girl in her arms and keeps petting her hair, watching with a vague expression how her fingers seem to be sliding through blonde locks.
Sienna slides to the floor and takes the brunette with her, all the while shaking and mumbling hurried apologies. The light streaming through the curtains slowly disappears, leaving behind windows with broken glass, dirty walls and the clearest night sky one could ever hope to see. It doesn’t take long, but her dress turns to rags and the body holding her turns to dust, and that is when Sienna rests her forehead on the floor and takes a deep breath.
“I couldn’t do it tonight, either,” she whispers, eyes closed and fingers digging in the cracked tiles below. All the while, the words go away keep ringing in her head; words she can’t bring herself to say.
Warnings: horrible characters, vagueness. Oh, also... slight girl/girl? I've always wanted to write something like this.
“Is your dress made of butterflies?” she asks, one long, ring-clad finger touching the fullness of her bottom lip. She taps the bottom of her shoe twice on the marble floor and looks up.
Sienna resists the impulse to tilt her head and peck the girl’s mouth. The way she clenches the fabric of her dress is a sure giveaway of the fact that she is… tempted to do it. Horribly so. Instead, the girl laughs, strands of soft, blonde hair tickling her cheeks.
“Of course not, silly.”
“It certainly looks so. See, here,” she gets up, and crosses the room with three graceful steps “when the light hits it… It looks so pretty. Just like butterfly wings.”
Sienna looks down at her dress, her eyes catching the sight of dark eyelashes rested on pale cheeks. Eve’s skin is pale, sickly so; if you look close enough, you can see blue and red underneath it. They both find it rather entertaining to look at her veins and try to guess where they go. Sometimes, Sienna catches glimpses of more than Eve’s blood, and she averts her eyes, cheeks warmer and hands trembling. But that is when the girl kisses her face, right underneath her eye, and then goes back to braiding their hair together.
Blonde and black.
Light and dark.
“Oh.”
It’s a short answer, but it is everything Eve needs to gracefully bend her back and brush their lips together. Sienna gasps and takes a step back, hand instantly reaching to cover her mouth. The other girl chuckles softly and takes a step forward.
“You always do that when I kiss you.”
“Do what?”
Eve smiles and stops advancing when she notices the other’s expression. Her hand is toying with the hem of her skirt and Sienna’s gaze rests on the girl’s fingers.
“You can stop me anytime. Don’t… back away anymore.”
The blonde bites her bottom lip and looks at the floor, suddenly feeling guilty. Eve shakes her head, taking a step forward and cupping her cheeks in her cold hands. Freezing, in fact.
“Shh.”
“I wasn’t…”
“I know what you are thinking, remember?”
This makes Sienna’s eyes water, the tears clinging to her eyelashes and then sliding down her cheeks. She raises her warm hands to cover Eve’s and starts sobbing into the girl’s chest. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m-“
I’m sorry I wasn’t there.
I’m sorry I let him kill you.
She doesn’t have to say it out loud, because Eve knows. She holds the trembling girl in her arms and keeps petting her hair, watching with a vague expression how her fingers seem to be sliding through blonde locks.
Sienna slides to the floor and takes the brunette with her, all the while shaking and mumbling hurried apologies. The light streaming through the curtains slowly disappears, leaving behind windows with broken glass, dirty walls and the clearest night sky one could ever hope to see. It doesn’t take long, but her dress turns to rags and the body holding her turns to dust, and that is when Sienna rests her forehead on the floor and takes a deep breath.
“I couldn’t do it tonight, either,” she whispers, eyes closed and fingers digging in the cracked tiles below. All the while, the words go away keep ringing in her head; words she can’t bring herself to say.