A/N: Yaaay, I wrote for Parakiss again! XD And I tried a new
pairing that I think is very pretty indeed- Hiro/Isabella.
*giggles* Don't they look so good together?
Sweet mother of mercy, I love this series. How long until
volume five again? ;_; *in withdrawal*
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"Diamonds Crawling On Black Velvet"
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Elegant fingers reach out to him, encrusted in beetle-bright
rings that the light scuttles over like cockroaches under a
spotlight. He accepts them, pulls them in, and kisses each one.
He remembers, once, when he was alone: when no one around him
understood his feelings and when those that did had estranged
themselves from him. Often, he still feels that way, but this
person in front of him has still solved many of those problems.
She is very beautiful- and he does not call her "she" only
because that is what she wants to be. Personally, he has always
thought that people are what they are, and that the body is
really only an incidental part of a person's identity. This is
not totally true, but it is the way he sees the world- so in its
own way it is true, just not in the way most people might
perceive "true" should be.
But he is a hopeless person by nature. Hopelessly foolish,
hopelessly romantic, hopelessly lonely.
And always, always, hopelessly in love.
So he kisses her fingers, her palms, her wrists; kisses her lace-
shrouded neck and the hands wrapped in tight lace gloves.
Black. Black lace, delicate and fitting like another skin,
leaving its pattern pressed into her skin. Not dull funeral
black either, but midnight black: the purest, darkest color that
he can imagine, the same color as her velvet dress that looks
like it deserves to have diamonds and not just rhinestones
studding it. The same color of his eyes that are so easy to get
lost in, though he does not know that.
He has never understood why she looks at him kindly, why she
finds him worthy. After all, he is less than Arashi, who won
Miwako's affections. Certainly he is less than George, who made
this woman's first dress.
It is his desire, however, to become, if not actually better
than them, then at least their equals. He would like to feel
like he is passably worth her attention.
What Hiro does not know is that he is already everything that
Isabella and her beetle-bright rings have ever wanted.
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. : scarab rings : .
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