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Rated for: Adult situations and graphic imagery.
Made for Keeping
©2005 by Kei
Where he would save that glittering orb from the depths for her, he only asks her hospitality in return and she carelessly makes a promise.
He is a tiny and ugly thing in her blue-grey eyes, pointless, marring her haven, a pest meant for extermination. Her lies will not guilt her: she is pure enough to be a priestess.
When once more in her greedy child possession, the sphere is her only sight, and the slimy creature and a promise (already broken) are forgotten and never in her heart at all. She leaves and his cries fall uselessly from his mouth, she is in her own world like always and won't a handsome prince come take her away from the prison of immaturity and self-absorption, maybe a prince with golden eyes and silvery hair and blood-red robes.
For all his smallness and repulsiveness, the mucky creature is a persistent thing and comes knocking on the door, and the higher power of her grandfather forces her to sit with him and to share her food with him because you made a promise after all and promises must be kept you know that dont dishonor everything sacred in your life kagome you were raised to be compassionate werent you.
To her shock, her utter heartfelt horror, he shall share her bed as well and she wants to scream, to rip her hair from her scalp and strangle him with the dead strands.
He wishes a kiss.
(A kiss? A KISS? Foul beast, I shall never kiss you, you are far too wretched to even look upon!)
Her hands screech as they must clasp the slippery monstrosity before she flings him away from her and smack sliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide thud he hits the wall, slowly slips downward, and lays (so motionless!) on the cold floor.
A flash of candescence and he is a beautiful black-haired purple-eyed princely boy before her wearing voluminous black robes with gold rings on his fingers and in his ears. He smiles at her and still wishes for a kiss and may be a silly lecher at heart.
From her vanity she plucks a hairpin and with it gouges out her eyes, then fumbles for his gaping, pearl-lined mouth.
-finis-
/what you have promised, you must keep. go and let the frog in./
NOTES:
If you couldn't guess, this was a drabble-ish retelling of the fairytale commonly known as "The Frog Prince", most popularly collected by the Grimm brothers but appearing all over the world in various incarnations. I really do love fairytale retelling, heehee.
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