Let's gets some Jori ANGST ON UP IN HERE! :)
My first time ever writing for this pairing so go easy on me kiddos!
/Jade's POV/
Her hand flutters to her chest, clenching into a tight fist as pain shoots through her small frame. She doesn't have to tell me that my words are hurtful because her facial expression already screamed it from across the room. She whimpers so pathetically that I have to fight the snort that builds up inside of me. Instead I squeeze the bridge of my nose and let out a strangled giggle. The silence that follows is dense and suffocating. She's leaning against the wall, one hand still on her chest while the other sits just below her trembling lip. I'm not surprised by my sudden malice. Isn't that who I am? Jade the Ice Queen with ability to tear someone apart from the inside in a matter of seconds. I look out of our apartment window into the street where the first rays of sun peak sleepily over the horizon.
I wonder if she can sense the root of my sudden bitterness. I know deep down that I'm being irrational and cruel. I turn away from her and face the deep violet wall that looks almost black in the early morning. I stare deep into the paint, looking for everything but finding nothing. I hand lands lightly on my waist but I push it away and snap something nasty in her face. A flash of anger crosses her eyes before she's shoved me into the wall, her mouth is spewing words but I can't hear them. Her fingers grab a handful of my t-shirt as she screams, asking if I'm even listening to her. I curl my fingers around her wrists and pry her off of me, pushing her back onto the bed. I run my fingers through my messy ponytail and shove the heel of my hand on my forehead. I'm looking at the violet wall again, but what am I searching for? She's recovered from my shove and has my wrists in her hands again.
The wall speaks in slow whispers. I remember wanted to paint them black but we settled on deep violet. I remember splashing paint across her cheeks, flinging handfuls of liquid violet at each other as the sun set over the distant buildings. I smile despite myself. She takes it as me mocking her and I feel a sharp pain of fingernails digging into my flesh. She's so defeated. I take those hands and cradle them against my chest, imagining them coated in the violet paint about to assault my shirt with globs as we chased each other around the room. I feel a hot tear slip down my cheek. She's confused and wary of my change in attitude. I slide my free hand down the wall, feeling each bump and imperfection the paint left behind.
I take her hand and run it down the wall as well, making sure she feels each groove. She sniffles and let's her hand rest on a particularly large dent. She turns and rests her head on my shoulder, drained of any feeling. Any feeling but love. I'm hugging her so tightly. My arms enclosed around her waist and hers wound around my shoulders. She kisses me lightly on the collarbone, letting tears run down my cold skin. The walls have spoken my apology. She understood them as well as I did, accepting the whispers they offered her ears as well. The first ray of sun burst through the window, hitting the wall and illuminating it. The seemingly black paint is enlightened by dawn of a new day as it turns the deep shade of violet it was meant to be.