A/N- A small piece I wrote about Magenta's unorthodox attraction to Riff Raff.
My lovers eyes are nothing like those of a perpetual god. They don't tell any tales of the unknown, nor are they a window
unlocking his heart. They are simply a deep brown shielding his darkest thoughts. Not even for me do they glitter.
My lovers hair is almost as non-existant as Columbia's bosom. It is blonde, greasy and dangles limp upon his shoulders. It is
as lifeless as a withered old plant.
My lovers teeth bear a strange resemblance to the bright sun. The breath that passes through his lips isn't as pleasurable
as that of a freshly blooming rose. It conquers his mouth and blasts into mine when we kiss, leaving a sense of displeasure
lingering in me.
My lovers codependancy is like a dog with his master. I'm his stars, sun, moon and universe. I don't get a moment to myself
to fluff my hair or touch up my make-up. He stands at the door gazing at me with adoration in his eyes. His obsession is
strange, yet oddly intriguing at the same time.
My beloved Riff Raff is far from perfect. He has too many imperfections to name, and a mean streak towards many others.
(Sometimes even me.) He gets quite violent in my presence and angers me often. I hate him so much, yet, at the same time I
love him.
My lovers eyes are nothing like those of a perpetual god. They don't tell any tales of the unknown, nor are they a window
unlocking his heart. They are simply a deep brown shielding his darkest thoughts. Not even for me do they glitter.
My lovers hair is almost as non-existant as Columbia's bosom. It is blonde, greasy and dangles limp upon his shoulders. It is
as lifeless as a withered old plant.
My lovers teeth bear a strange resemblance to the bright sun. The breath that passes through his lips isn't as pleasurable
as that of a freshly blooming rose. It conquers his mouth and blasts into mine when we kiss, leaving a sense of displeasure
lingering in me.
My lovers codependancy is like a dog with his master. I'm his stars, sun, moon and universe. I don't get a moment to myself
to fluff my hair or touch up my make-up. He stands at the door gazing at me with adoration in his eyes. His obsession is
strange, yet oddly intriguing at the same time.
My beloved Riff Raff is far from perfect. He has too many imperfections to name, and a mean streak towards many others.
(Sometimes even me.) He gets quite violent in my presence and angers me often. I hate him so much, yet, at the same time I
love him.