Flopsy!
ms_ntropy asked for something based from Vindicated, by Dashboard Confessional. She didn't specify a pairing or canon, but my brain immediately went to our favorite redheaded princess. Enjoy.
She watches him.
How can she not? He is hers, and she is his, two red-haired magnets polarized to one another. Irresistable. Pulling, always pulling.
(isn't he still pulling? she cannot dwell on this)
There is the light in his eye, the slow smouldering burn of a man possessed, in possession. She knows that light, and latches onto it, the corners of her soft pink lips tilting upwards.
You see? (the Camels listen attentively) You see? He remembers. I waited and I showed him who I am, reminded myself, and look. Mine. Still mine.
She reaches out to touch him, as though he were not halfway across a crowded room, and she almost misses the flash. Another hand (who dares?) reaches him first, gentle fingers brushing at his cheek (her cheek. it's hers) the ring cutting jaggedly through the air around him.
Her hand falls to the tabletop. Rests near the Camels (doesn't matter no matter still mine, you know) and purges the sight from her mind's eye.
Forgotten.
Another day, yet.
She watches him.
How can she not? He is hers, and she is his, two red-haired magnets polarized to one another. Irresistable. Pulling, always pulling.
(isn't he still pulling? she cannot dwell on this)
There is the light in his eye, the slow smouldering burn of a man possessed, in possession. She knows that light, and latches onto it, the corners of her soft pink lips tilting upwards.
You see? (the Camels listen attentively) You see? He remembers. I waited and I showed him who I am, reminded myself, and look. Mine. Still mine.
She reaches out to touch him, as though he were not halfway across a crowded room, and she almost misses the flash. Another hand (who dares?) reaches him first, gentle fingers brushing at his cheek (her cheek. it's hers) the ring cutting jaggedly through the air around him.
Her hand falls to the tabletop. Rests near the Camels (doesn't matter no matter still mine, you know) and purges the sight from her mind's eye.
Forgotten.
Another day, yet.