a broadway revival played to an empty stage (alice/bella) pg
title: a broadway revival played to an empty stage
fandom: twilight
character(s)/pairing(s): alice/bella, background rosalie/jasper
rating: pg
word count: 246
prompt: high priestess for the femslash100 tarot challenge (3/21)
spoilers: none; this is totally au
summary: au. it begins like every other story: a stranger comes to town.
It begins like every other story:
A stranger comes to town.
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Speculation about the new girl fizzes around you like soda water. You remain unimpressed.
The apple rolls smoothly against your palms, the slick, red skin bruising slightly against your distracted strength as Rosalie and Jasper canoodle across the cafeteria table. Sometimes you wish Edward had stayed all those years ago; you’d never met, but you suspect you could have been friends. It’s difficult being the prophetic sister to Barbie and Ken. But you manage, blocking visions of their dirtier escapades and making good use of headphones and your heavy metal collection.
(But. Then.)
You have the privilege of being able to say that you knew first, because it comes to you in a vision. She’ll appear around that doorway, hair cascading over one shoulder, face flushed as everyone turns to stare and plump bottom lip held firm between her teeth.
A million visions flood you at once.
Her hair tangled with purple wildflowers, twirling her white dress on a mountain. Raindrops catching in her eyelashes. Her hands on your thighs. European chapel bells chiming as you kiss, pigeons fluttering around you like newspapers in winter wind. Your fingers intertwined beneath her kitchen table. Her eyes blood red and smiling. You, walking toward her in a dingy high school cafeteria.
Bella settles in front of her bagged lunch, totally unaware that everything has just changed.
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It ends like every good story should:
It doesn’t.