A/N: I am insane. Yes. My friend Natalia challenged me to write a Persephone/Trinity fic. This isn't exactly Persephone/Trin, but Persephone likes Trin in this one. Make sense? Guess not. Just get on with it already. *goes to hide in a wardrobe* I don't like femslash, much less writing femslash.
**Spoiler alert for the Matrix Reloaded. Though if you STILL haven't caught it yet, what kind of Matrix fan are you?**
Nat, this is all. Your. Fault.
And I Will Gladly Suffer
"A kiss."
"Excuse me," she growled. Mm...delicious, the way she threatened me. I liked the spicy and edged aura around her, coupled with her passionate love for the pretty boy standing in front of me. The pretty boy that I was willing to give the Keymaker to, if he would kiss me, the way he kissed her.
That strong, powerful, self-assured woman is so irresistible.
I wanted to kiss him, not because of the half-arsed lie I fed them, which was that I wanted to relive the love that my husband, the Merovingian, felt towards me all those years ago. I hate that pompous prick. I only stay married to him because I love to make him angry, and because I will not have anywhere to go to - my parents threatened to disown him if I dare to break-up with him. They, they only want face. But that is a façade. That is a mask. The truth is that I am also a program written by the Matrix - what for, I do not know. I only know that it is essential that the Merovingian and I must stay married. Therefore, in order to ensure that we stay married, the Matrix threatened to eliminate me, using the face and voice of my parents. Perhaps I will find out one day.
But I like girls better than boys. Perhaps that is my flaw; all programs, after all, have a loophole, a flaw. My husband loves chasing girls, wine and French, the twins might be virii, but they can be hurt as well, and they are too, too close. What do they call it? Yes, twincest. That is the word. The Keymaker knows too much, and even the Agents - they have their own little flaws. And I love girls, not boys.
And Trinity surpasses any girls I have seen so far. I long to be like her; that unafraid of death, that rebellious, yet with a calm and cool composure. I am far too emotional. And that has proved to be my undoing many a time.
Calm, yet she showed so much emotion when I asked for a simple little kiss. A kiss, to taste a little of her scent, her flavour. But the showing of the emotion was a good sign. It reminded me that she too, is only human. A human so deeply in love with another, I can never gain her. Obviously.
It pains me, of course. But what can I do? She loves another, and cannot, I believe, love another girl. Trinity - that is a Christian belief, is it not? Perhaps she was a Christian before she was unplugged. If so, then she surely cannot love another girl.
But she is so beautiful - so beautiful it gives me pain. But a wonderful pain it is, so sweet, but so heartbreaking. And it makes me jealous that Neo can have this girl, but I cannot. So I tell them that it cannot last, just to spite them.
To quote my husband: "...si belle elle ca ma fait souffrir..."
...so beautiful she makes me suffer...
And I will gladly suffer.
**Spoiler alert for the Matrix Reloaded. Though if you STILL haven't caught it yet, what kind of Matrix fan are you?**
Nat, this is all. Your. Fault.
And I Will Gladly Suffer
"A kiss."
"Excuse me," she growled. Mm...delicious, the way she threatened me. I liked the spicy and edged aura around her, coupled with her passionate love for the pretty boy standing in front of me. The pretty boy that I was willing to give the Keymaker to, if he would kiss me, the way he kissed her.
That strong, powerful, self-assured woman is so irresistible.
I wanted to kiss him, not because of the half-arsed lie I fed them, which was that I wanted to relive the love that my husband, the Merovingian, felt towards me all those years ago. I hate that pompous prick. I only stay married to him because I love to make him angry, and because I will not have anywhere to go to - my parents threatened to disown him if I dare to break-up with him. They, they only want face. But that is a façade. That is a mask. The truth is that I am also a program written by the Matrix - what for, I do not know. I only know that it is essential that the Merovingian and I must stay married. Therefore, in order to ensure that we stay married, the Matrix threatened to eliminate me, using the face and voice of my parents. Perhaps I will find out one day.
But I like girls better than boys. Perhaps that is my flaw; all programs, after all, have a loophole, a flaw. My husband loves chasing girls, wine and French, the twins might be virii, but they can be hurt as well, and they are too, too close. What do they call it? Yes, twincest. That is the word. The Keymaker knows too much, and even the Agents - they have their own little flaws. And I love girls, not boys.
And Trinity surpasses any girls I have seen so far. I long to be like her; that unafraid of death, that rebellious, yet with a calm and cool composure. I am far too emotional. And that has proved to be my undoing many a time.
Calm, yet she showed so much emotion when I asked for a simple little kiss. A kiss, to taste a little of her scent, her flavour. But the showing of the emotion was a good sign. It reminded me that she too, is only human. A human so deeply in love with another, I can never gain her. Obviously.
It pains me, of course. But what can I do? She loves another, and cannot, I believe, love another girl. Trinity - that is a Christian belief, is it not? Perhaps she was a Christian before she was unplugged. If so, then she surely cannot love another girl.
But she is so beautiful - so beautiful it gives me pain. But a wonderful pain it is, so sweet, but so heartbreaking. And it makes me jealous that Neo can have this girl, but I cannot. So I tell them that it cannot last, just to spite them.
To quote my husband: "...si belle elle ca ma fait souffrir..."
...so beautiful she makes me suffer...
And I will gladly suffer.
