Don't even ask me why I like this pairing. It's a little nasty but I'm addicted to all pairings that have something separating their happiness. And anything angsty. Anyway this just popped into my head and I knew I had to write it. If you want a song that, although by a Christian alt rock band, is pretty angsty, and which was the inspiration for this story, check out Paperthin Hymn by Anberlin. I love it-my favorite song at the moment :D
Btw, i don't own anything or support incest. Just felt the need to write it :P
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i.
she knew it wasn't right, never could be right, but alex was tired of being right.
she was a fucking masochist, scorning [begging for] the love she couldn't have (she could never admit to him, anyone, though. admitting that was admitting a fault, and alex had no faults).
(that's the problem; she has no faults, but hating [loving] him kills her, rips her heart and shakes it out all over his flawless resume)
ii.
(soft kiss, whisperwhisper touch, and society screams nononononono while she screams yesyesyesyesyesyes) she knows she should agree, should bury the feelings she hates to love (loves to hate)
(but since when has alex ever listened to what people tell her to do?)
iii.
her justin was about to leave for college, amidst many congratulations! and good lucks! and she didn't want to admit that she was sad.
he caught her as she stood by the staircase, watching the party go on, unnoticed for once (because its normally the opposite, her the center and life of the party and justin shunted aside to make way for the queen, but nothings really normal anymore, is it?)
you ok? the question is tangible, the chemistry lingering like her perfume
sure. why wouldn't I be?
the question tugs at her nonexistent heartstrings (she paid enough attention to his smart-talk to understand where her soul lay [she paid attention to him all the time; why the hell hadn't he noticed?])
iv.
the attention of the party-goers turns to them as he pulls her in for a hug (all she can think, as his arms wraps around her [oh god, how she had wanted this] is heknows/heknows/heknows
i love you. he presses his lips to her head and they can feel their parents sighing about the rightness, the siblings who were finally getting along. they wouldn't approve if they knew, nonono never approve of the secret thoughts and dreams late at night, when the rest of the sane population was asleep (she wasn't sane anymore)
v.
wrongwrongwrong society sobs, as tangled limbs and hasty, hidden kisses become routine, but taboo in every sense.
iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou, she sighed.
she wakes up from the dream and cries into her father's shoulder. it would never be enough for the rebel ice queen, the masochistic girl who was fucking in love with her brother (you could be my forbidden, he whispers)
vi.
aww sweetie, don't worry (but yet she does; it never ends), he'll be home for thanksgiving! a mothers comforting words and soft touch (not unlike her handsome sons) never helped alex russo, not when she hated herself so damn much for hating (loving) him so fucking much.
vii.
society would never accept her. its not right, never could be right.
she's tired of being right. since when has she listened to society?
why do we need to be sanitary when the world's so filthy anyway?