Xirysa Says: This came to me while I was taking my AP bio exam (which I passed, thankfully!). I just wrote it down quickly after I turned in my test.
Game's End
Ring around the rosies.
It was all a game to her—it always had been. After all, she had to play and pretend she was something she wasn't, had she not?
And what a fun game it had been!
A pocket full of posies.
She'd played a dangerous game of tag with her acquaintances and accomplices, hide-and-seek with Paris—with all of France! She had run circles around the queen, evading the authorities at nearly every turn. It had been… Exhilarating.
Of course, there were times she missed her family, her real family, but those were far and in between. Her mother and Rosalie. Sweet little Rosalie… God bless her! May she never turn out like her murderous, thieving, bitch of an elder sister.
Ashes, ashes.
But she couldn't think of them now. No, not now.
The game was over. It had been, for a long time now. The flames flickered closer, and she smiled when she saw the final card life had dealt her among them.
We all fall down.
She had no regrets about playing, she thought as the flames danced over her body. None at all.
Xirysa Says: Well, Jeanne's a very interesting character, I think. Either way, this was fun to write. Symbolism here and their—kudos if you spot it! The interesting thing about this game (which I played all the time is a child) are its origins, I think; it apparently was written during the time of the bubonic plague. But with the true meaning aside, I think it kind of fit Jeanne's character well. Feedback and criticism is very much appreciated!