GirlxGirl Oneshots

💕 Chapter 10: Shriekers - Part 2: The Darkness

Type: Fluff
Foul Language: Minimal
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"Your eyes. They're... They're black." It was true Aspen's normally chestnut brown eyes had changed. Though it wasn't only the iris. Both of her eyes had gone completely charcoal.

Fawn couldn't keep her panic at bay. It came rippling out like a rushing waterfall. She found her breaths stollen by the rapid beat of her own heart. The fear pouring from her began to fill the room, threatening to take them both under it's current.

"It doesn't hurt Fawn." Her statement could only add to the discomfort. It never hurt the victim, only the ones who surrounded them. Fawn, pulled her wife into her arms so that they were tangled together on the bed. Their legs intertwined, the rapid beating of their hearts slowing together. Aspen and Fawn stayed like this, the branch which entered the room, tickled their skin in the eventide breeze.

Through all the fear, sadness, and shock, the couple fell asleep, content with the gentle pressure of their closeness. Knowing with their hearts in the right place, they should have nothing to fear.

Fawn worried the most. Through ghastly dreams and wretched thoughts she worried. The shriekers were created from the ones whose souls were plagued by sin. Lust and greed. Vanity and sloth. The mere thought of such atrocities consuming her wife was inconceivable and absurd. Aspen, so full of love. Eager for embracement and the telling of old tales. Could sin be coursing through her veins? Poisoning the blood which gave her life? Questions Fawn never thought herself asking now consumed her mind.

Dawn soon approached, the sun beamed cheerfully into the room, reflecting off the dew which settled on the leaves inside. Despite the the added warmth of the rays, a chill ran down Fawns spine. As she went to wrap her legs around Aspens, she noticed a difference in length. What once were short, muscular legs were now stretched, elongated limbs.The skin had begun to rip and the prostheses had fallen, leaving a wrinkled stump where the crafted limb once sat. As Fawn's toes explored the surface, a nail seemed to catch within the torn flesh, pulling a piece loose with a terrible spitting sound.

The panic of the night before came flooding back once more. Instead of a steady stream, it submerged her instantly. Her breaths consumed by gulps of fear. Her lungs begging for oxygen. Aspen continued to sleep peacefully while her wife underwent a fit of hysteria.

"Aspen dearest." She spoke, the words stained with desperation. "It's morning, the sun is shining brightly. It brings a promise of good fortune." The words she so normally spoke now felt to be shrouded in lies. Her love stirred, smoothing before turning to face her wife. A smile presented itself on her gorgeous face. Aspen's eyes still closed from drowsiness.

"And good fortune may we keep." She mumbled before lifting her heavy eyelids. Her eyes were still the pools of darkness they were the night before. A frigidity cooled the bubbling heat inside of Fawn as she gazed into the other woman's algor eyes.

"Oh Aspen." She sighed, running her fingers as best she could through her wife's knotted, chopped hair. What was she to do? What could she do? Her wife, her kind, affectionate, benign darling with darkness deep in her eyes. The ache in Fawn's chest was indescribable.

"To another day's start, and another day's survival." Aspen smiled again and pulled herself to a seated position. The comforter still clung to her grubby chest. Fawn lay and looked above her, turning her head, if only slightly, to view the figure. "Lay with me darling, don't be afraid. I do love you." Fawn pulled herself over, placing her head on Aspen's lap, her body lay on the blanket over the extended, torn limbs which corrupted the once innocent body.