Platonic; the ongoing state of Roxy and Calliope's relationship. Both felt deep attraction pulling down on the strings of their hearts, but neither could act on the unending urge. Calliope would only treat the girl as a friend. In turn, Roxy behaved the same… as long as she remained sober. A blush overtook Callie's face as the not-too-far-back memories surfaced; green and pink combined into an ugly brown. She grimaced; it looked more like a bruise. Some people could look cute and bashful, but not Callie. The cherub did not think she could pull off any look, well, anything excluding the categories of: green, monster, or ugly. But then there was Roxy. With ease, Roxy could be anything that she wanted to be and remain completely attractive. It was the human's personality; it covered up any and all of her flaws. Roxy stuck to her friends and held them tight; she would give up her life to save any of them, without a single moment of hesitation. And to Callie, that was beautiful. Hell, even when Roxy was completely wasted, Callie would still cling to that thread of attraction wound and tangled around her green, but large, heart.
Calliope looked up at Roxy's photo hanging in a picture frame on the wall. It was her favorite photo of the human, Roxy's slender figure stood against the pale moon, her cat like eyes shining. She was pure, loving and kind. It showed in this picture the most. Many times Calliope tried to recreate it in the form of a drawing, but it never looked right. She couldn't capture Roxy's essence with a pencil and paper alone, neither could any other artist. No one and no thing was nearly as genuine as Roxy. That girl did a number on her all right. Callie could only dream that Roxy felt the same about her awkward green friend. They were the Romeo and Juliet of the session. Quick to love, soon to die, and never able to be together.
Calliope stood up from her chair and walked over to her sketch book. Its pages were filled with painstakingly drawn pictures of the couple. Inside this book was the only place they could stand next to one another, so Callie put her heart and soul into each and every stroke on the page. While doing so, she would spend countless hours pondering a way for them to meet in person. It wasn't impossible, there had to be some way. But even if they were to meet, their relationship would remain platonic. Roxy knew the complications involving things… erhm, below the belt. But there were times when that knowledge seemed to flee her. Just one mistake, one second in which Calliope gave into lust, and she would kill her lover. It was impossible. They could never be together. But Callie could never get over this fact.
Perhaps she could be extremely careful, and never fall into the primitive trap of lust. But then again, would Roxy agree to this chaste love? And would Calliope be able to remain pure… The perfect Roxy who never ceased to amaze her. Maybe if Callie had been born a troll, their relationship would prosper. Grey skin caressing pale, as a flush of bright color covered the darker body. Troll human relationships appeared to work. Being a human would be even better. Hell, maybe even leprechaun mating would give them a better chance at becoming a couple. At the very least she would be a prettier shade of green. Being a cherub ripped Callie's body away from her heart. On the inside, she was anything but a cherub. Sure, this body gave her the ability to love, but she would never be able to touch, feel or hold.
So she wept.
Maybe she would sleep her problems away. The foggy depths secluded from reality would shatter all of these problems into nothing more than dust in the recesses of her mind. If during this sleep, she were to die at her brother's hands, Roxy's dreams would be Callie's heaven. And they would be together at last. Touching and loving, like a partial Romeo and Juliet.