Ten Genres | Kyss | WIP
1. Angst
She looks beautiful, pure and innocent wrapped in fine Wonderland silk. The dress is as white as he imagined it should be, trailing out behind her so that others needed to carry it. Her black hair is woven in an intricate fashion, the crown on her head glinting against the sun. But she doesn't look happy. He doesn't even need to be close to her to see that her smile-though radiant-is fake.
When she's alone, when nobody seems to be watching, her eyes sweep into the distance-and he swears that she sees him.
He wonders if he wants her to see him. If she does, what then? Would she continue on with this sham of a wedding? Would she run to him so that he could take her away?
Her gaze moves over him, though, and eventually it's time.
Dodge holds her hand gently in his, and Alyss relaxes enough to give him a genuine smile. She is beautiful, even in her uncertainty.
Kyp is beginning to wonder why he has bothered to come, why he thinks about how she felt in her arms: soft and vulnerable but powerful still. Her husband-to-be can't appreciate that. He looks at her as though she's a goddess on Earth when Kyp knows that she's all woman, passionate and brash and human.
They kiss, and he can see that Alyss is trying to put her all into it. He's always known that she's loved Dodge. She's unhappily happy. Dodge still maintains his distance in the kiss meant to secure their marriage, a servant to his goddess, to the ideal of her.
Kyp remembers their first kiss all too vividly. Remembers how her fist felt against his jaw, and the way her pale skin grew blotchy in her anger. The way she didn't even attempt to pull her wrists free of his hold even before he kissed her.
She's alone again, somehow. And somehow, he's still there, still watching. She looks at him this time, because now he wants her to see him. It's all over.
Alyss would never abandon her people, not even for what she wanted the most.
Kyp uses that as his excuse to keep away, to rationalize his stupidity.
Her husband joins her, brushes his hands across her cheeks. She smiles through her tears, kisses his hands, and leads him away.
Kyp is forgiven, he realizes, for being a self-hating coward.
And he hates himself even more.
2. AU
3. Crack
4. Crossover
5. First Time
Alyss sat heavily on the ground, limbs sprawled out as she lied back, grass cool on her skin. A shadow loomed over her in the form of her friend, a bland look on his face as he stared down at her. “You are blocking the sun, Dodge,” she murmured, a slight pout tugging at the corners of her full lips.
“This is no time to be sun-bathing, my queen.” Dodge spoke with a fond tone however, and a smile wormed its way onto her face.
“I fear there will never be a time to enjoy the day when you drive me like a slave,” she teased gently, grabbing hold of his hand when he offered it to her. He pulled her back to her feet, hand holding to hers longer than necessary.
She pursed her lips, staring at the ground. He coughed. “You were the one who asked me to spar with you, Alyss.” Her name came out strained in his voice, and her shoulders slumped.
“Why is it that we can't act like friends, Dodge? Why?”
“You're married.”
It was almost an accusation, directed at her, meant to hurt without outright saying it. “I am.”
Dodge rubbed the back of his neck. “You married a man who doesn't even try to be married to you.” His eyes are closed, not that it mattered. Her eyes were still glued to the ground, a stab of shame piercing her.
“He has obligations to uphold, as a Jedi Knight.”
“And you defend him for it.”
Her hands clenched tightly, jaw squaring as she lifted her head to glare at him. “I don't need to explain myself to you, Dodge Anders, and neither does he. Say another word against your king, and I will charge you with treason.”
The look on his face made it all too clear that he was not expecting her to take it that far, and the shock and hurt slowly burned to anger, his glare matching her own. But she was not going to back down from this, not going to let him poke holes into all of her anxieties and give him the satisfaction.
Silence reigned over them until he finally looked away. “Wonderland should be your priority, Alyss.”
Not her happiness. He won't say it, because it doesn't need to be said. Another accusation to be placed onto a steadily growing pile.
When her fist slammed into his jaw, he stumbled back, hand to his face. “Alyss...”
“Another word, Dodge. Another word, and I will charge you.” Alyss' voice was soft, deadly.
Another word was never said.
6. Fluff
7. Humor
8. Hurt/Comfort
9. Smut
10. UST