EmpressCryxta

Emily and I sat uncomfortably pressed against each other on the bus-stop bench, amusing ourselves by counting amongst each other the men we had loved in our lives. My sister observed me as I continued long after she’d finished her list (Jesus, Gerard Butler, and her boyfriend Tom in that order), counting off the princes of Disney movies and the main character of The Subtle Knife. Slowly she responded, as if trying to collect a response out of decades of sarcasm held back. “Don’t you think you should find a boyfriend who isn’t fictional?” I put my finger to my mouth, but she spoke again. “I mean, all these guys

He sits. He stands. He paces around his room. "It shouldn't be so difficult…" he says to himself, walking around the room in perfectly straight lines. Or circles. Maybe zig zags occasionally. His hands reach into his hair, covering his face with the palm of his hand. "I am a Nobody. A creature with no heart. I can't… but I…" He sighs. Then he sits down again and takes up the pen. Dear Larxe.., Then pen pauses in mid –stroke. If this were Xemnas, he would not need to stop. Each letter would be written precisely, dark and bold, demanding her attention. But this is not Xemnas. He tosses out the paper and tries again. To my dearest Larxen

You lie to me And I drink it in like a fine wine Sip by sip, taking in the taste of your flattery. Vintage, that's an important thing. Your compliments change in color and shape Each time you speak. To an experienced connoisseur, like I Even the texture of your fine words morphs. Are you finished? Yes, The glass is empty. You are leaving me now, your tongue stilled While I, alone Wait for you to bring another bottle.

"You can just set it down over there, thank you." Relena was sitting on the stairs leading into her building, watching as her neighbor and his friend dropped her ruined couch on the side of the road, before collapsing in a sweaty heap. Perhaps I should have gotten Ludor to help me. I feel bad for these men. Still, I would have preferred to keep the thing. She had tried her best to get rid of the stains, without success. Where the stains were there were now circles without fabric, her cleaning having grown so fierce as to rip the velvet right off. The couch ended up similar to a large brightly colored Dalmatian. Now she was abandoning it i

She seemed to be surrounded by a rainbow. The colors and scents bathed over her as she twirled around the center of the room. Here were roses, there were magnolias, over to the side were lilies and lilacs and all sorts of plants, dusted with moisture from a recent watering. It was like a flower shop. It wasn't a flower shop, of course. It was Relena's apartment. The few girls she had invited to her apartment to hang out always seemed to gape at how small the place was. The bathroom was about the size of a closet, the kitchen was just a foot or two of countertop, and her bedroom had about one small square of floor space untaken by furniture.

The path from the dressing room to the service exit had always been well-run, but ever since Relena and Lumaria had started dating, no attempts to wax or varnish the hallways prevented the eager young dancer from creating a small chasm where her feet hit. She seemed like a blip of light to her peers, going from the stage to the dressing room and to her boyfriend as if in a race. Tonight was no different. She had picked out a red dress for tonight, something different from her usual blue. She brushed her hair with her fingers quickly, eager to open the thick wooden door and see Lumaria waiting for her. She could hear the other girls walk in,

Five minutes until curtain call. Everyone was scuttling around, trying to find their proper place, jostling for a center spot. Relena alone searched for a place on the side, closer to the exit. The lights went up. There were the men, clapping and hooting for the girls as each went arm in arm, grudges forgotten before their spectators. They all bent their hips in unison, smiles on their faces. The lights went down. Then everything was back to normal, each girl with an agenda all her own. Clinging arms quickly detached from each other. Relena slipped away, practically running to the dressing room. She stripped quickly as the other girls wan

It had been 7 days since Relena had last seen Lumaria. And that suited her just fine. She had dealt with commitment-phobes before- always so forward sexually, but whenever she got close to them they pushed her away. That is, until they got desires again… She shouldn't worry about another failed relationship on her day off. Since today's fight was a large one- Ludor was fighting a champion in the underground fighting group- the girls were allowed to spend the entire night as they pleased. While the others had invited her to go party, she had declined. She wanted to go home, get some rest, and read a book by herself. She was the last to leav

"The pianist is very talented." "Yes. I like this song." When Relena had said that she had plenty of money, she had been lying. At least, she could never have afforded a place like this. For their third date, Lumaria had taken her to a small restaurant far from the casino, with haughty waiters and candles and a live pianist, who played quiet beautiful music over the low talking of all the couples. There were all rich people with plenty of influence, leaders and businessmen taking their wives and girlfriends out. I doubt even Ludor could afford a place like this… Yet, something had been puzzling her about this. Lumaria had told her his sh