silver (alyssé &simón)
Prosa: Atrahorverse
Pairing: Alyssé & Simón
Challenge: Color-Challenge
Prompt: Silver
CW: blood; implied murder
alyssé.
golden eyes. glowing skin. a warm smile. a soothing voice whispering words that make your heart beat faster, heat rushing to your cheeks.
kisses on your collarbone. her soft breath against your neck. je t'aime, simón, she says, that wonderful voice of hers sounding even better when she's speaking french, your name the most beautiful thing you ever heard her say. she laughs a little, pulls you closer, you can feel her pressed against you so tightly it makes you think she'll never let go again -
alyssé.
all warm and golden and soft and everything you'd call heaven, if you actually believed in heaven.
x
alyssé.
eyes of steel. blood all over her hands. her skin bruised, some of her bones broken. lips still smiling as if nothing happened.
lets out a deep breath. grabs your wrist. runs off, pulling you with her. heels clicking on the sidewalk, but it's not like she cares if anyone hears you, sees you, knows who did what she did, it's not like she cares about anything at all, as long as she can feel your racing pulse beneath her fingers -
alyssé.
her blade silver, the blood staining her weapon and skin cold and dry already, and sometimes, she's just not golden or soft or warm at all, you realize.
Pairing: Alyssé & Simón
Challenge: Color-Challenge
Prompt: Silver
CW: blood; implied murder
alyssé.
golden eyes. glowing skin. a warm smile. a soothing voice whispering words that make your heart beat faster, heat rushing to your cheeks.
kisses on your collarbone. her soft breath against your neck. je t'aime, simón, she says, that wonderful voice of hers sounding even better when she's speaking french, your name the most beautiful thing you ever heard her say. she laughs a little, pulls you closer, you can feel her pressed against you so tightly it makes you think she'll never let go again -
alyssé.
all warm and golden and soft and everything you'd call heaven, if you actually believed in heaven.
x
alyssé.
eyes of steel. blood all over her hands. her skin bruised, some of her bones broken. lips still smiling as if nothing happened.
lets out a deep breath. grabs your wrist. runs off, pulling you with her. heels clicking on the sidewalk, but it's not like she cares if anyone hears you, sees you, knows who did what she did, it's not like she cares about anything at all, as long as she can feel your racing pulse beneath her fingers -
alyssé.
her blade silver, the blood staining her weapon and skin cold and dry already, and sometimes, she's just not golden or soft or warm at all, you realize.