A S H O R T S T O R Y B Y :
CORRIGIBLE
She is Red. Red like the Cardinal with beady black eyes, Red like the wax seal on a ripped letter, Red like the sheets slipping through her fingers.
The young woman is a silhouette in the moonlight filtering through the red, billowing curtains. She is beautiful. There's a crown with rubies on her head, and dark curls cascading down her bare back as she turns her head to the side and slowly wraps herself in the silk.
A grand clock on the mantle chimes midnight.
The man in her bed murmurs in his sleep. Red eyes flick from the frosted window to his face. Her slender fingers reach into the light and smooth his troubled brow. A groan sounds from the back of his throat as he ducks his chin closer to his chest where shiny white scars decorate his chocolaty skin, and his whole, taunt body shudders under the duvet.
"Hush." The young woman presses a kiss to his rough cheek, her eyes slipping shut. "Hush, darling." He groans again, and she pulls away.
The red sheet drags across the furs as she glides to the window. Palm pressing against the frozen glass, she watches the snow float from the gray sky. Roses wilt and die in her pupils.
A red rage strikes her with the intensity of lightning. Her nails curl against the glass.
Snow-White has made her move with the frost blossoming in the corners of the window panes. She thirsts for war.
The young woman's lips rise at the corners.
Rose-Red is happy to oblige.
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Cerita PendekA SERIES OF ADVENTURES *one-shots, contests and things written by corrigible* *Angel: second place winner for Talkthepoc's holiday contest 2015*
