Ficlet: Sister, sister, Padma/Parvati, mild R

Mar 10, 2006 05:33

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Title: Sister, sister
Author:
emei
Disclaimer: The characters belong to JK Rowling, I'm just borrowing them.
Rating: Mild R
Pairing: Padma/Parvati
Summary: 'Everything has a beginning. (She just has to find it.)'
Warnings: Incest. Non-chronological and broken up narrative.
Author's Notes: For the 'Once upon a time'-challenge. Many thanks to
foreword for beta-reading this for me.

Everything has a beginning.
                    (She just has to find it.)
She tries to remember. She writes Once upon a time, because that’s how fairytales begin and she wants this to be one. (writing, thin and curved, not at all like her fast purposeful strokes)

Once upon a time, in the chaos she looked at me, she looked at me…
No. Not the beginning, and fairytales are about others. She tries again.

Once upon a time, as a woman yelled and yelled and the sizzling of magic tearing through worn black cloth…
She strikes it out.

Once upon a time when there still was hope even though

(fires and dirt and cold, cold fingers pressed to her throat, the sound of bodies falling; in flashes)

and the smooth black hair a sweaty curtain as they pressed and clawed and melted into
                    (mouth on a neck, salty sweat the sharp taste of ginger)

Earlier. There used to be a Before.

Schoolgirls’ blouses, shadows and curtains and summers that ended too quickly, she remembers.

(I’m oldest, I am, two minutes and the difference of a world, silent struggles in the dark)

Torn apart, she thinks. The smell of nervous sweat, high loud voices, a sea of faces and too many directions. (almost there)

Ram-tam-tam of a train, fragrance of spices tickling her nose in hugs, and take care now, take care of each other, each other, each other. identical grey jumpers, metal butterfly in her pocket

In the beginning there were sisters. That is how the story began and this is how it goes. Sister.

The quill is sharp against her skin, sister, sister. A room full of mirrors and she almost sees her from the back, sister.

Mine.

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