Silver King

Chapter 22 - Evangeline

It was another failure.

Abigail never came back, and the elections will still take place. We just really hope she fed them all the lie we taught her, and that the lightning girl believed it.

We told her to tell them the truth about her mother: a newblood, an electricon, killed by Father years ago. When it came to her father, we made a whole lie up. We taught her to tell them that he was a Silver, magnetron, killed by Father. He wasn't exactly killed by Father, no... it was Father. I was never told, but I'm not dumb, I know what happened, and I know that Father feels guilty every time he lays eyes on her. But the point is, Abigail mustn't tell the Nortans about who she really is: it would make her even more of a valuable hostage.

I look eagerly through the window, waiting for Elane to turn up. She's supposed to arrive some time today, and it's already late afternoon. Suddenly, a wisp of ruby hair appears out of thin air, and soon the rest of her body follows. I unlock the window for her, and she stops running, panting. She carefully steps in, falling into my arms and I embrace her. I've missed her so much. I squeeze her tightly, taking in her smell and the softness of her skin. I think she's crying. I lift her chin up, and immediately she's kissing me, and this moment can't stop or I might crumble to the ground.

But at some point we have to pull away. I keep my forehead to hers, our noses touching and our lips grinning. Gosh, she's perfect.

" What are the news? " I whisper.

" They've got Abigail. Cal's memory of the last three years is gone. The elections are going to happen anyway. "

" That's it? "

She giggles.

" Yeah. "

" Well then. "

I kiss her. She laughs and falls back to the couch. I climb on top of her, and I kiss her again, and again. My hair falls on her face and tickles her cheeks, so she grabs it all and holds it behind my head, pulling me closer.

This is the sweetest reality.

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The next morning, I wake up, my arms around Elane and her face a few inches from mine. Her regular breath on my cheek tells me she's fast asleep. I stroke a strand of wild red hair laying on the mattress behind her before deciding to get out of bed and ready.

As I climb out of bed, removing her arms from around me, she moans, so I kiss her forehead. It hurts to get away from her, even just a few steps away, because of how much I've missed her in the past. What I really want to do right now is to rush back to my bed and breathe in everything of Elane. But I don't. I've always learned not to do that, not to follow my feelings and to follow what my parents would like. Or what they've been taught to like.

One day, I think as I glance towards Elane while slipping in a dress, I'll be with you all the time, at every hour of the day, and everyone will have to accept us.

One day.

When I'm done, I tiptoe back to her and struck her hair back to whisper in her ear:

" Baby... wake up, now... it's getting late... there's a big day ahead. "

She stirs a bit, and I stroke her soft cheek.

" Elane... baby... wake up... "

She opens her eyes and smiles. I kiss the tip of her nose and walk to my vanity table. I sit down and start brushing my long silver hair. My brush smells of Elaine's shampoo. I smile and close my eyes, taking her smell in with every inch of my skin.

I suddenly feel cool arms close around my shoulders and a pointy chin poke its way to the top of my head.

" Elane... " I whisper teasingly. As if she's really bothering me.

She giggles and sits down beside me on my little bench. We don't really fit anymore, but she doesn't care. I kiss her cheek, fluff my hair, and lay my head on her shoulder.

" Eve... "

" Yes? "

" Do you think... one day... this'll be real?"

She feels so vulnerable.

" Yes. " I lie with all the conviction I have, because I want it to be true so much.

Author's Note: Ok, so I know this chapter is pretty much pointless (though not entirely), but I feel a very strong pull towards this couple, mostly because they're both arguably bad characters, but their love for each other makes their good side shine, and I think that represents really well the power of love. Also, I think it's super refreshing to have a lesbian canon couple in literature, because it's so under-represented. There aren't many gay (canon) couples in teen, fantastic and YA fiction today, and when there are it's almost always boys, so I think this couple could really represent the tip of an iceberg that's bound to be real. Anyway, here's the end of my rant, I hope you enjoyed this chapter!