It was late at night as I sat at my window, curled up in my blanket with a mug in my hands. It was clearly well used as the paint eroded at the sections of chipping, or maybe they never replaced them after seizing the castle.
The whisps coming from the hot tea swirled up into the sky, wrapping around the stars. The sea of a million suns. My only comfort. Kind of.
A soft knock sounded at my door as to not startle me. A small boy, around the age of eight, peeped his head in. I rise to meet his petite frame.
"Her majest has requested for you, Lady Y/N." I sigh at the name. I am no lady. Just a simple townsgirl who was sherperded like the rest of them from her home. And yet, I didn't suffer the consequences they did. And I have to live with the guilt.
"Tell her I'll be there -"
"She requested your immediate assistance, m' lady." He piped nervously. I give him my kindest smile and place my cup down. He leaves as I unravel myself from the warmth of my blanket - already knowing the way to her chambers.
The halls are cold, like her, and starkly contrast the warmth I so greatly love. I don't hate the cold. It's privation only allowing me to appreciate the heat I don't have. I arrive at her chambers quicker than I'd like. Chambers really makes it sound like I'm destined to die.
I open the door softly and see her standing at her window. She either ignores my presence or simply did not hear my arrival. I grab the neatly folded blanket from her bed and drape it over my shoulders. Grabbing the ends, I wrap my arms around her, her cool skin juxtaposing my warmth.
She gasps at my sudden appearance but relaxes once she realises it's me. Her hair is still in its updo, revealing her neck. I leave soft kisses along her cold skin. She moves slowly in my embrace to face me.
"Hey." I smile softly. I should feel guilty right now, kissing the woman who killed so many of my friends, but in her eyes and the way her lips keep capturing mine, I'm not. I forget their suffering. Temporarily.
"Hello, darling." She hums, placing soft kisses slowly around my face. I lean into her touch, the coolness I don't like much, becoming something I crave. Her cold hands run along my waist, lifting the cloth of my nightdress as she goes. I am very grateful for the blanket. "Are you cold, my love?" She chuckles, hands running along my bare thighs.
"Ye- yes." I gasp, her metal claw running higher by the minute. It's so cold it stings, like walking in the snow with no scarf. She smiles and presses her lips to mine, allowing the cloth to drop back to its normal length. She places her hands on my hips, and I find mine have made it to her hair. I whine at her teasing.
"Oh? I wouldn't complain darling, or it's about to get a lot colder than you'd like." She whispers into my ear, I lean into her touch again, pressing my knee between her thighs. "I wouldn't do that either." She whines but makes no attempt to move it.
Instead, she moves to the bed. She kisses me firmly. "Baby, please -" I start.
"Not tonight. I'm tired." She smirks. Groan.
"You're such a tease." I whine, hoping she'll change her mind. She doesn't.
"I know. I'm sorry." She sympathises. She lies on her side, facing me. We're still in the blanket, and I can see the stars out of the window. The woman in front of me has probably killed as many girls as there are stars in the sky. I'm momentarily hit by the guilt again until she's kissing me.
Her lips roam mine, as if she's known them all her life, and I lean into it further, wrapping my arms around her waist. Her perfect updo is no more, and as she pulls away, i allow her locks to fall simply on the pillow.
She smiles at me, and I rest my head in the crook of her neck, catching the scent of her lavender perfume. They say opposites attract. Hot and cold. Ruthless and ruthful.
I could live like this forever. In the moments, she's not cruel when her arctic skin regulates my scorching temperature. When her soft lips capture mine. When her hands run along my body, tracing, admiring, loving. When I'm not so guilty. When I liked that were opposites.
When it's all not so bad.
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𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 | charlize theron
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