Kissing the Devil
God, my stomach feels like it's in knots, I feel sick. Persephone is all wrong - she flaunts her beauty and yet she has none. She is a demon, a witch, in a goddess's disguise. I would never willingly kiss her as long as I live. And yet...I have to. I have to to get to the Keymaker. I feel positively ill.
There she is, leaning in. I make a quick peck, hoping it will suffice. But no. She is not satisfied. She is a monster, clawing for me, clawing for my soul. No better than Smith or the Frenchman. Oh, God, what am I doing? I could imagine it's Trin, pretend with all my might that it's my precious Trinity, but that could never happen.
Nobody else's skin, nobody else's scent, nobody else's touch could ever deceive me into believing it was Trinity's. Trinity is one-in-a-million. She's irreplaceable. I feel like such a bastard doing this. She's watching me, I see her pain, I almost feel it, because the pain is the same as my own.
Now it's over. Kissing the devil is over. I want to gather Trinity up in my arms right now and kiss her until my lips are raw, kiss her until all that is left is us two. No Persephone, no Matrix, no nothing. Just the two of us, in this crazy, jumbled, insane world.
And that's what I do. Later that night. We are alone on the ship. The metallic door swings shut and I gather her into my arms. We kiss and kiss and kiss, trying to erase the betrayal I offered when sharing this with Persephone. I wrap my arms around her neck and don't let go for hours. We sit there, cuddling, kissing, and I tell her how much I love her and how much she means to me.
And she knows. She knows how much I love her and how much she means to me. Because it's the same way she feels about me. I am not the One; rather, we are One. One, linked together, by destiny and by hope and by love. That's all we need to survive. I could never live a day without her, and she knows that.
I kiss her again, and we seal the unbreakable bond that is shared between us. Forever.
--To be continued, with Trinity's point of view. What do you think?
God, my stomach feels like it's in knots, I feel sick. Persephone is all wrong - she flaunts her beauty and yet she has none. She is a demon, a witch, in a goddess's disguise. I would never willingly kiss her as long as I live. And yet...I have to. I have to to get to the Keymaker. I feel positively ill.
There she is, leaning in. I make a quick peck, hoping it will suffice. But no. She is not satisfied. She is a monster, clawing for me, clawing for my soul. No better than Smith or the Frenchman. Oh, God, what am I doing? I could imagine it's Trin, pretend with all my might that it's my precious Trinity, but that could never happen.
Nobody else's skin, nobody else's scent, nobody else's touch could ever deceive me into believing it was Trinity's. Trinity is one-in-a-million. She's irreplaceable. I feel like such a bastard doing this. She's watching me, I see her pain, I almost feel it, because the pain is the same as my own.
Now it's over. Kissing the devil is over. I want to gather Trinity up in my arms right now and kiss her until my lips are raw, kiss her until all that is left is us two. No Persephone, no Matrix, no nothing. Just the two of us, in this crazy, jumbled, insane world.
And that's what I do. Later that night. We are alone on the ship. The metallic door swings shut and I gather her into my arms. We kiss and kiss and kiss, trying to erase the betrayal I offered when sharing this with Persephone. I wrap my arms around her neck and don't let go for hours. We sit there, cuddling, kissing, and I tell her how much I love her and how much she means to me.
And she knows. She knows how much I love her and how much she means to me. Because it's the same way she feels about me. I am not the One; rather, we are One. One, linked together, by destiny and by hope and by love. That's all we need to survive. I could never live a day without her, and she knows that.
I kiss her again, and we seal the unbreakable bond that is shared between us. Forever.
--To be continued, with Trinity's point of view. What do you think?