SNSD || stardust || jessica x tiffany
stardust (to remember you by)
jeti || pg || 772 words
Gregory and the Hawk- Boats and Birds || written for kpopficwangst 9.0's 15 Minute Challenge
Tiffany has always wanted to be someone, to make something of herself. Jessica knows that, can see it in her eyes. Tiffany’s always been looking away, looking farther than Jessica can see, across the sea and past the horizon and straight through the sky to the stars.
Tiffany has dreams, bright lights and city streets and a world that loves her face.
Tiffany is made of dreams-of stardust and too-bright smiles and a heart too full to survive the world.
And Jessica, Jessica isn’t anything, doesn’t want to be anybody. She wants a family, maybe, someday. She wants friends and a job and a life. She wants to be happy.
But she doesn’t want like Tiffany wants. She doesn’t dream like Tiffany dreams. Tiffany, Tiffany lives off her dreams, lives off of them like they’re food, sustenance. They fuel her, keep her burning bright and fast and long, so she can twirl around and around the world and leave it, the skies and the heavens and the gods, dizzy with her beauty and her smile and her radiance. That’s how Tiffany lives, how she breathes.
Tiffany exists for the chance to be someone.
And Jessica, Jessica just exists for Tiffany.
"I'm going to be somebody someday," Tiffany says, looking across the park, stretches of grass and empty swings and lonely metal contraptions, twisted into slides and spheres and bridges. Her legs are pale against the grassy hill, smooth, and Jessica traces them with her eyes, memorizes their shape, because she knows someday she's not going to be able to see them.
"I know."
Tiffany dreams of Broadway some nights, Korean fame others. She dreams of high fashion and dance routines and a crowd that screams her name. She dreams of the world, exotic places and white beaches that stretch for miles and cities with buildings too tall to see the sky. Tiffany dreams of a world to hold in her palms, to make hers.
Jessica dreams of having a home.
Sometimes she just dreams of Tiffany.
"You could come with me, you know," Tiffany says, turning to look at Jessica, except she's not seeing Jessica. She's seeing some future, some future where they both might exist. "You've got a good voice. You're gorgeous. We could make it."
Tiffany smiles. Tiffany smiles, sweet and beautiful and foolish, and Jessica’s heart aches from it. She's too young, too full of dreams that Jessica can't ever share. Tiffany smiles like this could really happen.
Jessica laughs, bitter, because she knows it can't.
"I wasn't made for that life," she says, leaning back against the hill, but the truth is, she wasn't made for Tiffany.
The grass is squishy and uncomfortable against her back and the sun is too bright in her eyes, the way it always is right after it rains. She closes them. When she opens her eyes again, Tiffany is leaning over her, pouting. She blocks out the sun, makes it so she’s the only thing Jessica can see. She’s always the only thing Jessica can see.
Right now though, Tiffany’s head is haloed by white light and Jessica’s sure she’s never looked quite so beautiful.
For a minute Jessica can’t remember to breathe.
"You'll do amazing," Jessica says eventually, before Tiffany can say anything. "You don't need me there.”
Tiffany opens her mouth like she's going to argue and Jessica shakes her head, says don't with her eyes. Don't push this.
Tiffany doesn't. She just stares for a second, a moment, a heartbeat, eternity. Then she sighs and lies back too. It’s warm where she's pressed against Jessica's side, and she laces their fingers together. She watches the sky and the clouds and the world move, traces the curve of the earth in her mind, and Jessica knows she's not seeing any of it at all. She's seeing something else, galaxies and stars and oceans and a future that Jessica won't be a part of.
Jessica tightens her grip on Tiffany's fingers.
"Find me before you leave," Jessica whispers, not looking at Tiffany but watching her out of the corner of her eye anyway.
"Okay," Tiffany replies, glancing over. Her smile is small but it’s gorgeous. Jessica wants to remember it forever, lock it up in her memories so it never grows old, never gets worn and faded around the edges. Tiffany's smile is like stardust, brilliant and blinding, imprinting itself on Jessica’s heart and leaving her breathless. She just doesn't ever want to forget this, the way her heart beats too fast in the wake of that smile.
“I will,” Tiffany whispers, promises.
Jessica closes her eyes and tries to breathe.
|x| concrit always welcome |x|
jeti || pg || 772 words
Gregory and the Hawk- Boats and Birds || written for kpopficwangst 9.0's 15 Minute Challenge
Tiffany has always wanted to be someone, to make something of herself. Jessica knows that, can see it in her eyes. Tiffany’s always been looking away, looking farther than Jessica can see, across the sea and past the horizon and straight through the sky to the stars.
Tiffany has dreams, bright lights and city streets and a world that loves her face.
Tiffany is made of dreams-of stardust and too-bright smiles and a heart too full to survive the world.
And Jessica, Jessica isn’t anything, doesn’t want to be anybody. She wants a family, maybe, someday. She wants friends and a job and a life. She wants to be happy.
But she doesn’t want like Tiffany wants. She doesn’t dream like Tiffany dreams. Tiffany, Tiffany lives off her dreams, lives off of them like they’re food, sustenance. They fuel her, keep her burning bright and fast and long, so she can twirl around and around the world and leave it, the skies and the heavens and the gods, dizzy with her beauty and her smile and her radiance. That’s how Tiffany lives, how she breathes.
Tiffany exists for the chance to be someone.
And Jessica, Jessica just exists for Tiffany.
"I'm going to be somebody someday," Tiffany says, looking across the park, stretches of grass and empty swings and lonely metal contraptions, twisted into slides and spheres and bridges. Her legs are pale against the grassy hill, smooth, and Jessica traces them with her eyes, memorizes their shape, because she knows someday she's not going to be able to see them.
"I know."
Tiffany dreams of Broadway some nights, Korean fame others. She dreams of high fashion and dance routines and a crowd that screams her name. She dreams of the world, exotic places and white beaches that stretch for miles and cities with buildings too tall to see the sky. Tiffany dreams of a world to hold in her palms, to make hers.
Jessica dreams of having a home.
Sometimes she just dreams of Tiffany.
"You could come with me, you know," Tiffany says, turning to look at Jessica, except she's not seeing Jessica. She's seeing some future, some future where they both might exist. "You've got a good voice. You're gorgeous. We could make it."
Tiffany smiles. Tiffany smiles, sweet and beautiful and foolish, and Jessica’s heart aches from it. She's too young, too full of dreams that Jessica can't ever share. Tiffany smiles like this could really happen.
Jessica laughs, bitter, because she knows it can't.
"I wasn't made for that life," she says, leaning back against the hill, but the truth is, she wasn't made for Tiffany.
The grass is squishy and uncomfortable against her back and the sun is too bright in her eyes, the way it always is right after it rains. She closes them. When she opens her eyes again, Tiffany is leaning over her, pouting. She blocks out the sun, makes it so she’s the only thing Jessica can see. She’s always the only thing Jessica can see.
Right now though, Tiffany’s head is haloed by white light and Jessica’s sure she’s never looked quite so beautiful.
For a minute Jessica can’t remember to breathe.
"You'll do amazing," Jessica says eventually, before Tiffany can say anything. "You don't need me there.”
Tiffany opens her mouth like she's going to argue and Jessica shakes her head, says don't with her eyes. Don't push this.
Tiffany doesn't. She just stares for a second, a moment, a heartbeat, eternity. Then she sighs and lies back too. It’s warm where she's pressed against Jessica's side, and she laces their fingers together. She watches the sky and the clouds and the world move, traces the curve of the earth in her mind, and Jessica knows she's not seeing any of it at all. She's seeing something else, galaxies and stars and oceans and a future that Jessica won't be a part of.
Jessica tightens her grip on Tiffany's fingers.
"Find me before you leave," Jessica whispers, not looking at Tiffany but watching her out of the corner of her eye anyway.
"Okay," Tiffany replies, glancing over. Her smile is small but it’s gorgeous. Jessica wants to remember it forever, lock it up in her memories so it never grows old, never gets worn and faded around the edges. Tiffany's smile is like stardust, brilliant and blinding, imprinting itself on Jessica’s heart and leaving her breathless. She just doesn't ever want to forget this, the way her heart beats too fast in the wake of that smile.
“I will,” Tiffany whispers, promises.
Jessica closes her eyes and tries to breathe.
|x| concrit always welcome |x|