Please trust me this time.
I know how unreliable I've been so far – Gods, how I know. I know my track record, because I've lived through it, stuck inside this skin, a silent screaming spectator to more sin than I ever thought I'd care to see. I'm not always in control of myself, and I'm not always sure what myself means. I've been so many people, and sometimes I am none of them.
But this time will be different, and everything that has ever called itself a part of me agrees on that, because this time there is you, and oh Gods, China, you are everything.
You make me want to change, to be a single person that will love you until the end of time, a speech recited every day by those sweet lips until the words cease to rhyme, and you make me want to be so much more than silent screaming spectator.
You make it stop seeming like sin, and, Gods, China, how long it has been nothing but sin. We both know that much too well.
So, please, China, please. Take my hand, and trust me.
This time, I won't let go. I'll never let go.
A/N: This morning when I woke up, all I could remember from my dreams was that someone had posted a China/Valkyrie story and I was so happy because finally I wasn't the only one writing stupid sentimental Sapphic fluff.
And I realized that it was only a dream, and so I wrote this, because one person writing stupid sentimental Sapphic fluff is better than none.
~Mademise Morte, April 26, 2012.