Disclaimer: I don't own Matrix, though I believe Matrix owns me. All of us, actually.
A/N: A few days ago I eventually watched the whole brothers Wachowski trilogy and - hooray! - almost understood it. The Persephone character was the one that I've enjoyed the most, so I've decided to write a little drabble about her. It's not the best my creation, but I hope you'll enjoy.
So you like to treat the beautiful women with the desserts, yes?
But what about me, sweetheart? When did you last treat me with something? When did you last try to bring me joy?
I honestly don't remember. Firstly it was enough for me to hold your hand, to look into your eyes, where you were always hiding something I could never see, to moan with pleasure in your embrace while we were making love.
You see, I've almost choked by my dish thinking of us actually making love. No, now it's called only having sex (how primitive!) - and it is the best name for this process I'm able to think of.
Anyway, a long time ago I was in ecstasy just sitting next to you. I wonder what kind of delusion was that? What was so special about you? Can you tell me, love?
The more impressive you're trying to look, the more pathetic you're actually are. How can't you see that?
Our three guests won't achieve anything from you today, so let them go eventually. They only waste their time with you. Though I know how you like to make people waste their time with you. It gives you a false feeling of power.
I want to feel that precious feeling again. Feeling of man's lips against mine. I can kiss you hundreds of times, and I still won't feel it. It is lost forever.
No, Neo, don't hide your gaze from me. It is undoubtful that nothing can beat your love for Trinity, and this power of love illuminates even my mind...but I also know what kind of an influence I have on the men. I wonder how your lips taste like...
I have decided. I will help them and your opinion in this question has nothing to do with me, darling. I'm tired of you, and when I'm tired, I want to act in my own way...cause and effect, as you like to say, dear.
And then I will simply leave you on your own, allowing myself to hide from you and from Matrix. Hide from the world where I don't want to be your doll, but to be a woman you've once loved.