on the building roof...
staring at each other...
Knowing that they both loved each other to death,
the cold soft wind making her hair float, adding to the tension,
red and black,
while his was shining through the night, whiter than snow...
Controlled by the urges and the voices in her head, she grabbed her knives from her thigh straps,
looked into his blues,
With her now darkened reds,
afraid that her reasons are now winning over her feelings...
"Who are you?", he asks,
he knew her more then he knew himself, how can he not recognise her now?
Even herself don't know who she is or what she is anymore... or maybe she never knew?
"I'm the crimson sent to destroy the pure whiteness of your snow, darling."
She said with her cold tone, trying her best to hide her ache... hide her tears,
The truth was all the both of them seeked, yet none of them was ready for its wake...
Guess 'fate' had his own plans...
♡ blood and snow :
Despite being named 'Eineige' after snow, she's like an uncontrollable fire, red and furious,
a cold blooded killer with a fucked up mind, guided by her reasons and her blades that are always hidden under the past she seeks to reveal...
she was sent to end him...
He was there to enlighten her...
despite being named 'Aithne' after fire, he was like snow dragged into her heat, blinded by her burning light,
he knew she'd be the death of him all along, yet he couldn't help but drown deeper into her flames,
More and more, addicted to the sweet pain she made him feel, growing obsessed beyond limits.
They are Aithne and Eineige, the main "heros" or whatever you can call them, of our little crimson and snow story.
"All's fair in love and war, or some shit, right?" He said, his smirk drawing to a slight sneer as he padded towards the open balcony. He rested his hands on the guardrail before letting out an exasperated sigh, thunder rolling behind it. The rain cascaded onto the tile in sheets, blowing the soft cream curtains back and forth.
"Or some shit." I smiled, walking towards him. I could see the tension grow in his back and shoulders, his struggle evident. I placed my hand gently on his shoulder, trying my best to reassure him. I could feel his breathing hitch slightly at my touch; his response was all I needed to reassure me I was doing the right thing. My touch was welcomed. I leaned my head on his back, wrapping my hands around his waist. I longed to take away his pain; I hated seeing anyone this upset. She wasn't worth his time. He said so himself- he's never found a woman worth changing plans for. Maybe he meant since her, I can't be sure. I am, however, hoping to show him that, one day, that woman might be me.
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Jeanie is a spunky assistant living in Atlanta. With a spotty past and a knack for telling it like it is, she's found herself stuck with a string of dead-end jobs and nothing to show for her sacrifices. She had always been an over-emotional, over-thinking, anxiety filled woman. The last 13 years of her life consisted of fear until, one day, it didn't. She took her life back. With the start of a new job, she moved thousands of miles from her home- from her past. Join her as she discovers the most important relationship she'll ever have- the one with herself.
*This story contains mature situations and lots of swearing, proceed with caution.
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