Lightning round drabbles: Revelation
Hi, I'm new here! I'm looking forward to participating in the next challenge. For now, here's a drabble.
Title: Breaking the Chain
Author: euphonious_glow
Fandom: Shoujo Kakumei Utena
Pairing: Himemiya Anthy/Tenjou Utena
Rating: G
Warnings: Spoilers for the entire series
Request/Prompt: Revelation
Word Count: 200
The witch's heart was cold and hard. She did not deserve love; nothing could erase the taint of her sins.
On and on went the cycle of endless adolescence. She was a captive in her caged garden. No one ever rescued a witch.
Then there came a visitor, a girl who fancied herself a prince. The witch hated her purity, her naivety, though she smiled. A blank mask, easier to face the world with.
The prince spoke of her dreams, spoke of emancipation. Could the prince free the one who was compliant in her own servitude?
Slowly, like the opening of a flower with the dawn, the witch felt her heart begin to soften with the prince's kindness. At night, she dreamed of foolish things, wishes that her power could never grant.
Yet, always, there was the promise: It doesn't have to be this way.
The witch fought against her weakness. False hope was worse than lies. In the end, someone had to take her place. Girls could never be princes.
But the prince-princess's words were not so easy to forget.
The witch, now a normal girl, realized she could break her own chains, and walked away into the sunlight.
Title: Breaking the Chain
Author: euphonious_glow
Fandom: Shoujo Kakumei Utena
Pairing: Himemiya Anthy/Tenjou Utena
Rating: G
Warnings: Spoilers for the entire series
Request/Prompt: Revelation
Word Count: 200
The witch's heart was cold and hard. She did not deserve love; nothing could erase the taint of her sins.
On and on went the cycle of endless adolescence. She was a captive in her caged garden. No one ever rescued a witch.
Then there came a visitor, a girl who fancied herself a prince. The witch hated her purity, her naivety, though she smiled. A blank mask, easier to face the world with.
The prince spoke of her dreams, spoke of emancipation. Could the prince free the one who was compliant in her own servitude?
Slowly, like the opening of a flower with the dawn, the witch felt her heart begin to soften with the prince's kindness. At night, she dreamed of foolish things, wishes that her power could never grant.
Yet, always, there was the promise: It doesn't have to be this way.
The witch fought against her weakness. False hope was worse than lies. In the end, someone had to take her place. Girls could never be princes.
But the prince-princess's words were not so easy to forget.
The witch, now a normal girl, realized she could break her own chains, and walked away into the sunlight.