bury me in your memory i'm not the girl i ought to be (risopro)

bury me in your memory i'm not the girl i ought to be

Things that glow;

Fireflies, stars,, the moon.

To Risotto Nero, that list is different.

-

Being the capo of La Squadra was tolling.

Long days, sleepless nights. All to be paid a measly sum of money in the end.

Sometimes, Risotto wanted to run away.

But she couldn't. She had people who were dependent on her.

Except for one person, Prosciutto.

The assassin was ranked right below her in their group. In some ways, she was more stern than Risotto was. Maybe even scarier.

The blonde had a "no-nonsense" approach to most things. Prosciutto took the jobs she was given very seriously, making her the most reliable of their posse. She even goes as far as training the other members - especially the youngest, Pesci, who practically attached herself to Prosciutto.

'Sorella,' she calls her.

Risotto envied that.

-

"Are you Risotto Nero?"

A young girl stood on Risotto's doorstep. She couldn't have been much older than she was.

She dressed neatly - as if she were about to attend a business meeting. Her button-up shirt tucked into her slacks, both carefully ironed. Even her hair was perfect: every strand pulled into a neat bun atop her head.

"...Who wants to know?" Risotto questioned.

The mystery woman pulled out an envelope with a picture inside of it. She glanced down at the photo, then back to Risotto.

"Polpo said we were to work together."

"You're with Passione?"

"You could call it that, yes," she extended her hand. "My name is Prosciutto."

Risotto blinked. Was this girl really with the mafia? Either way, she accepted the handshake.

"Risotto."

-

"...Risotto. Risotto!"

The woman in question jolted upward. She'd fallen asleep at her desk again.

Prosciutto was standing above her with a scolding expression.

"If you keep falling asleep like that, you'll mess up your back," she warned. Prosciutto placed a cup of coffee beside Risotto's stack of papers.

"...Sorry," the capo muttered. She glanced over at the clock on the wall. It was 6 pm. She wondered how long she'd been out.

"It's alright. Maybe try falling asleep on a bed next time." Prosciutto patted the other woman on the back before beginning to leave out the door.

Then, she paused at the door frame, glancing back at her capo.

"By the way, I saved you dinner. It's sitting in the fridge if you want any."

Risotto looked up at her, then nodded.

"Thanks."

She was gone as soon as she came.

-

Warm skin pressed against each other -

The smell of perfume and sweat,

A hand clasped over her mouth.

"Be quiet - you'll wake up everyone."

Risotto stared into those blue eyes and wondered how many other people she's told this to.

Or, maybe she's the only one.

Perfectly manicured nails tangled themselves in her hair, tugging Risotto's head back. The other was massaging her core, calculated and calm movements much like the person controlling them. Her ministrations sent her over the edge.

When Risotto came to, she saw those blue eyes again. Their owner kissed her softly.

"I'll run a bath,"

Risotto listened as the footsteps disappeared.

When she closed her eyes, all she could think about was her.

Prosciutto.

She had fallen in love.

-

Prosciutto was waiting for her by the pier. Though it was a summer evening, the breeze still made her skin raise goosebumps.

She looked over at her once she recognized the familiar clacking of heels.

"Risotto," Prosciutto greeted, stepping aside so that the other had room.

The taller woman always loved the way her name sounded on her tongue.

"Hey," she finally responded.

"What did you want to talk to me about?" Prosciutto offered her a cigarette. She refused.

"Something important," she explained. "But, I'm not sure how you'll react."

"...How bad could it be that I'll react poorly?" the blonde chuckled a bit, placing a cigarette between her lips. Risotto noticed how her lipstick smudged on the paper.

A sigh. "I said I wasn't sure," Risotto returned the smile. Prosciutto's was contagious. "Do you want me to just say it?"

"Yeah. I'm sick of the anticipation."

Risotto felt her heart in her throat. She swallowed it down, then looked over at the blonde. "I'm in love with you."

A pause. "Oh, really? I'm in love with you, too."

-

Things that glow;

Her smile, her hair, her skin.