What They See
Violet leather. Fringed bangs. What did they see beyond that - the sardonic smile, the perfect makeup? The impossibly statuesque body that 'begged' to be touched, and the enchanted sword that ensured none did? An Amazon, they called me - a warrior, a temptress. Worse things behind my back, although few repeated that mistake. I was the apparent harlot, all edges and curves - but like any Valentine, this was a great deceit. It would take a true warrior to see past all that; perhaps, that explains why few did. The men salivated, the women glared - all blinded by the packaging, not the soul within it - but it was their mistake, and usually their last.
Still, 'slut,' they judged me. . . Insecure. Maniacal. Deceitful. Jaded. I suppose I deserve the latter two, but I am no harlot. To destroy Soul Edge is my quest, despite the cursed blood in my veins and magicked metal of my blade. And if what I appear to be allows a foothold in battle, a moment to strike as my opponent gawks, well, then I am one step closer to achieving this.
Romances, intrigues - those days are past. My sword is my destiny now, and until Soul Edge is plunged from this earth, the scholarly, rebellious Isabella is gone. In her place I stand. . . as Ivy.
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(finis)
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Disclaimer/Author's Note: Of course, I don't own Ivy, or any part of the SC world - that all belongs to Namco and various affiliations. I just get to work with the minds of the characters. . . Which works for me, in all honesty. First SC fanfic, and so, if you liked what you read (short as it is) send me a review - I'd like to see what you thought!