Title: Metaphor
Author: Culumacilinte
Rating: G/PG
Summary:
Sometimes metaphor is the only thing that works. Grace/Karen: a
drabble and a half
Karen Walker was never one to indulge in the use of metaphor to describe her life. She had never been that kind of druggie, she would think disdainfully. There was however, as it usually works in the world, one exception.
It was Grace. Grace, with her blindingly wild and red hair, her catastrophic relationships, her blunt manners, the way she bumbled and crashed through life, wreaking havoc as she went; Grace was fire. But just like fire, she had her moments of beauty; of inexplicable loveliness which took Karen's breath away.
Karen was ice. Implacable, cold and unreachable. She too was beautiful- exquisite even, but in a different way; a thing to inspire lust and fear in the hearts of men. Her beauty was not alive like Grace's was. Like ice, Karen did not allow herself to be impacted by anything; not men, nor money, nor even her friends.
Yes, Karen was ice, and Grace was the only thing that could melt her.