Misc Drabbles (Zee Fic)

Sometimes I write really short fic that don't really deserve their own page. Hence, I have made a page for such fic. In reverse chronological order.

40. A Softer World (21.07.17)
Inspired by number 40 from this list of prompts.

♡ Shelley Keaton / Sylvia Lisabetta ♡

“I laugh inside but inside I know it's true. (Being in love is so punk rock).”

“Is it a radical statement to love you?”

When Shelley asks that question, their eyes are half-lidded, their head rests ever so delicately on Sylvia’s legs. The sun’s rays slip through the gaps between the leaves of the tree they're under, soft, silent.

Is it radical to be star-crossed?

No -- to love Sylvia is so easy. How can one not be overwhelmed by her? She walks in beauty, is their divine image, their Grecian urn.

Shelley cannot turn that into a statement; it just is. Nature is sublime, Sylvia even more so.

The thrill is not in success. It's not to win her hand (as for her heart, they have already). It's not to win a family favour, not to live life unharmed. The thrill is in something starkly simple.

It's to love.

But in the same breath, yes. It is radical - it must be - to look fate in the eye and wish otherwise.

(Happy endings do not belong to people like them.)

(What else could they do but yearn for one?)

To be radical is to move forward, to push for the future. Yet, Shelley can only look upwards with nineteenth century eyes. Tragedy enhances the beauty of love; to end with a funeral is more romantic than a wedding.

Wishes, Shelley thinks, remain the more beautiful unfulfilled.

“I would die for you,” it's not the first time they've said this, it won't be the last. But every time those words weigh heavy in the air. “The moon must perish every night to make way for the sun.”

They speak as if commanding the elements themselves.

(How could one be - at seventeen - so certain to declare such a thing?)

In response, Sylvia lifts her lover’s hand and brings it to her lips. “Yes,” she says. “But could you live for me?”