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[February 23] [Original] Vanitas
Title: Vanitas
Day/Theme: February 23 / three drops of blood
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: A girl, her nightmare
Rating: PG-13
She wears the barrette that he gave her everyday. It’s the first thing she thinks to reach for as she stares down the shadow in front of her. She doesn’t take her eyes off the man in black as she unclasps the accessory to let her hair tumble down over her shoulders, and then to use the point of the barrette’s pin to prick her finger.
(He sees her wince, and that’s good for him, because it should hurt her.)
The prick was hard enough to draw blood. She takes her finger and presses it down onto a piece of paper that hovers in the air. There’s one drop of blood… now two…
(And still she’s looking at him. She’s as persistent as they’d warned him.)
And three. Her eyes narrow the slightest bit more as she withdraws her hand to suck on the offending finger.
“There,” she says, her voice barely quavering. “It’s done. Now let me see him. Let me see him.”
“Saying it once wasn’t enough for you, hm?” The man dressed in black smiles and his red eyes glint dangerously. “But I’m afraid you didn’t read the fine print on our contract. It’s signed in blood, little miss, so you can’t take it back.”
(It’s the first time, really, that she’s wavered. He can almost hear her heart speed up.)
“You… what did… no! Let me see him!”
“It’s not what we agreed to.” The contract dissolves and fades into the blackness behind him. He reaches forward, seizes her hand, and grasps it painfully as he wrests the barrette from her grip.
She keeps her eyes on him, but now they are full of fear.
“I hate you,” she says.
He smiles again.
“But you’re mine.”
(And she’ll never get to see him and tell him thank you for the hair clip that bound her fate with hell’s itself.)
Day/Theme: February 23 / three drops of blood
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: A girl, her nightmare
Rating: PG-13
She wears the barrette that he gave her everyday. It’s the first thing she thinks to reach for as she stares down the shadow in front of her. She doesn’t take her eyes off the man in black as she unclasps the accessory to let her hair tumble down over her shoulders, and then to use the point of the barrette’s pin to prick her finger.
(He sees her wince, and that’s good for him, because it should hurt her.)
The prick was hard enough to draw blood. She takes her finger and presses it down onto a piece of paper that hovers in the air. There’s one drop of blood… now two…
(And still she’s looking at him. She’s as persistent as they’d warned him.)
And three. Her eyes narrow the slightest bit more as she withdraws her hand to suck on the offending finger.
“There,” she says, her voice barely quavering. “It’s done. Now let me see him. Let me see him.”
“Saying it once wasn’t enough for you, hm?” The man dressed in black smiles and his red eyes glint dangerously. “But I’m afraid you didn’t read the fine print on our contract. It’s signed in blood, little miss, so you can’t take it back.”
(It’s the first time, really, that she’s wavered. He can almost hear her heart speed up.)
“You… what did… no! Let me see him!”
“It’s not what we agreed to.” The contract dissolves and fades into the blackness behind him. He reaches forward, seizes her hand, and grasps it painfully as he wrests the barrette from her grip.
She keeps her eyes on him, but now they are full of fear.
“I hate you,” she says.
He smiles again.
“But you’re mine.”
(And she’ll never get to see him and tell him thank you for the hair clip that bound her fate with hell’s itself.)