Disclaimer: Same old, same old.
Author's notes: It's been a while! As many of you have mentioned, my later ficlets have been rather deficient. I'm out of practice, but hopefully this one will make up for them. Though, loss is still reigning as theme of the day.
PS. For those of you who dislike Jolliet, I'm afraid this isn't for you. (Set sometime in the EC, I'm pretending Opal Deception doesn't exist.)
Romeo and Juliet
"Do you think we'll ever get to meet sometime when we're not … you know, running around, pillaging and plundering and wreaking havoc?" She turns to her companion, who is sucking on a lollipop.
"But that's what we do best. Would we even like each other if we were just out somewhere holding hands and whispering sweet nothings?"
"Darling, I don't even think you can whisper sweet nothings. I think that breaks some sort of universal law, like gravity, or something."
Her companion (her Sister, her Lover, her Life) smiles around the candy ball. "Oh, you thinks so do you? C'mere."
Obediently, a trait that comes easily to neither of them, she leans closer, pressing her cheek to the other's.
"Your eyes are like the moon reflecting off of a moth's wings in the hands of a child." She can feel her Sister's voice through their joined skin. A shiver spirals down her back. "Your voice is like corn syrup on those nice little blueberry waffles you make. You skin is as shiny as a dog's nose. Your nose… ha, ha your nose... ummm… well, it's a very nice nose." She can feel her Lover's laughter bubbling up in her throat, long before it skips off her tongue and out into the air, which is heavy with impermanence
"Those were the worst nothings I have ever heard." She leans back and they stare at each other's faces, both trying to imprint the other in their minds forever. A forever made up of snippets. Of snap shots and one-liners. Snapshots of moth's wings, of waffles, of lollipops and jade rings. Nail polish and acorns and a hooked nose over a cherub's mouth. Long legs and an attitude that only gets better when mesmerized. One liners of forever, perfection and completion.
"Baby," she says. "I'm going to miss you. Promise me you won't forget me when I'm old and ugly and wrinkled."
"Of course not. I'll love you even better that way." Shorter then most children, and older then most adults, she scrubs her eyes fiercely, trying not to let her little body break apart from this feeling of loss. This loss that transcends age, height, gender, race and species. "My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! At least we're classy." A cherubic smile. "Promise me something as well?"
"Promise me you'll try to be happy."
"Oh babe… I…"
"I know, I know! But please?" Eyes so wide with love and loss. "Just try. It's what you are. Happy, I mean. If you weren't happy, you wouldn't be you…and I love you too much to let you go."
"No, you love me enough to let me go. Of course. I promise." She runs her thumb along the edge of her Life's pointed ear, smiling. "Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? We won't even be buried together."
"Ha, ha! We don't need to be. Stars like us live in the sky, not the earth."
She smiles, because she is happy.