February 8th, 2012
Main prompt: transformation
Additional prompts: melted chocolate ; perfume ; masquerade
Quote: "Now you know that I want to give you all the things that you want, right? But I can't, because they're gone... They're broken." - The Notebook
Pairing: blaise zabini/lucy weasley
She starts off perfect. She ends up a mess. And somewhere in between, she dates Blaise Zabini.
She thinks maybe that was the beginning of her demise.
She's sixteen, her skirt hiked up around her waist and her buttons undone at around the same spot. She catches his eye and grins, running her tongue along her teeth and shaking out her auburn hair. He laughs at her daring, earning himself a flirtations wink and a flutter of her fingers as she waves him goodbye.
She's smart and beautiful and a perfect like no one else can achieve. Her skirt is high and her confidence is in about the same place, much to the consternation of her teachers. She's had guys and she's had girls and none of them have lasted any longer than a week. But not Blaise, not this time.
They're kissing, passion building up in all the little spaces between their bodies, coming out in hot breaths and desperate moans, pulling them closer and closer to each other. She's seventeen and he's the same age as her father, and it feels almost wrong, but it's this 'almost' that she's decided to concentrate on.
She tastes like melted chocolate, he decides, delicious and enticing and only to be had in small doses. She's his own type of sugar high, leaving him dazed and excited and licking the last of her scent off his lips, waiting for the high she brings to come again. Afterwards he's lonely and tired and wishing he'd taken a smaller dose, but it's the 'during' he decides to focus on.
She starts to wear perfume to mask his scent on her clothes, washing her hair twice before stepping out of the house, her paranoia increasing with every inch closer she gets drawn towards him. Her life has suddenly turned into a masquerade, looking like a mess of Blaise&Lucy&love¶noia, smelling like the perfume she's taken to carrying around and sounding something like a tragedy.
It's really all him, she thinks, something about his dark brown eyes or seductive smile or maybe just something about the way he whispers her name, and she was not made to deny this feeling.
He asks her to run away with him, move to America and live out their days in this twisted fairytale they've constructed for each other. She laughs, her auburn curls spilling down her back and getting tangled in his as she moves in to kiss him. He pushes her away and she stops, confused, watching his face change into something uncharacteristically serious.
"Now, you know that I want to give you all the things that you want, right?" She smiles like the devil, running her hands through his hair, teasing and playing. But then her grin drops and she's suddenly serious. "But I can't, because they're gone... They're broken."
He ends it, his hand twisting around the heart she didn't even know existed somewhere inside her chest. He moves to America with some girl who's way too young for him, who's slutty and flirtatious and never had anyone longer than a week. They're going to have an affair and he'll end up leaving, she'll be left sobbing alone on the floor, and you can see the similarities appearing before they've even happened.
She started off perfect. She ended up a mess. And somewhere in between, she dated Blaise Zabini.
