Title: Cracked Reflection
Genres: Romance/Angst
Rating: K+
Couple: Jean/Lust
Smile.
It became engraved. A silly, insignificant rule: smile. Lie without even having to speak. Later, she (or it) would laugh at how easily humans were manipulated, so simple with their simple minds and simple desires. The amount of foolish, ridiculous men who would crumble in defeat because of her smile.
Repulsive.
Their weak hearts were a joke.
— But she bled, just to know she was alive. (To make sure that, somehow, an element of her was still human; normal.)
He was the pawn in the game. After a while, the creature considered him a mere laughing stock. Sometimes she would forget why she was here, with the man (so young, so innocent, so fragile, so perfect). It was just humiliating to be placed in this awful, agonisingly ridiculous situation. He was so oblivious, so pure with happiness it made her weep.
Greed raptured her. She wanted his emotions, which waited to pluck at his already bruised heart.
His sob stories and lack of skill with pleasing a woman made her laugh.
It took her a couple of months to realise her laughs were not snide.
Jean. Yes, that was his name. Jean.
Jean Havoc.
A soldier of the military; determined and passionate. Yet a failure. Ripped apart, decaying and nothing. It was shameful how that wonderful Colonel Mustang could manipulate his children into thinking they were something. Why, the shame made her tremble a little.
Her pale, slender hands grabbed hold of his and she forced the fool towards her. Sweet eyes widened and he studied her, before frowning slightly, gently, and a smile crept over his lips. He smelt strongly of tobacco, of death waiting to happen. The man was rich in colour, beauty — flawless. His emotions made him an idiot but, damn, she admired that so much.
She was a jealous demon.
And in time, all of this would become waste.
Another product tossed aside.
'Don't worry, Solarice.'
She promised once this horrific pact was over, the name would be ridden, forgotten — like the creature, herself.
Subtly she warned him. The Lord who created and damaged her petty life would turn a blind eye, smirk, and hold her desperate heart against her. The monster laughed at humans, but knew she was even worse.
She was weaker.
'We'll be fine.'
Her heart broke.
He doesn't understand.
… he doesn't want to understand.
The creature wished she had such a beautiful choice.
Jean kissed her mouth. He had displayed this disgusting affection before, but her corrupted mind failed to rear its ugly head. She kissed him back, hungrily, lacking typical seductiveness. Suddenly she wasn't aware. Just lost. Desperate. A mangled mess of emotions.
A corpse waiting to be burnt.
Ha ha.
Despite the fatal end, he won. This one time.
But he would not brag.
As much as she wished he wasn't, Jean Havoc was a rare species. One she would never discover again in her long, arduous, unprogressive life. If it could even be called a life. She was no more of a product than this man.
This gentleman.
The mirror in his bathroom was cracked.
And she almost screamed at the horror staring right back at her.
Her face was torn with emotions. She doesn't recognise herself.
'Let me die…'
Poor little flower.