Butterflies &
Machine Guns
By Solarism
PROLOGUE PT. II
Posted April 8th, 2005
Darlene Denni wanted a religion.
She craved a God to save her mortal soul, a dark deity to encompass her, to embrace her on the cold nights when a lover could not be found. God to Darlene was a figurehead of a perpetual orgasm. Once you started believing, you just couldn't get out of the ecstasy.
She wasn't particularly interested in goodness. She was, however, interested in sex.
Darlene didn't have a lot of it—sex, that is—because even if one is willing, it can be hard to find someone who is also willing, and who is furthermore willing to do it with you. She knew a lot about sex, and she read a lot about sex, and she dreamed a lot about sex, and she wrote a lot about sex, and she talked a lot about sex, but she'd only had sex a handful of times during her stay at Hogwarts.
She wanted to have sex with God.
It was a fantasy fit for an erotic porno; she could just imagine the cheap budgeting that would come of it. Perhaps they'd get a romantic hero to play God, with a penis several inches too long to be believable, and she bet that he'd be a blonde. She could see God as a blonde, at least in a porno, with a 2 dollar halo above his head, suspended there with a cheap wire. All a part of the budget, baby.
When Darlene was younger, before sex entered her life, she saw a porno and really believed that men were regularly that large.
She had been naïve.
Darlene Denni had a secret passion for these sort of things, these provocative situations and these religious ambitions, and she kept them to herself, locked away inside her twisted little chest, scratching and gnawing at her insides.
She wanted to have sex with James Potter.
She wanted to have sex with Sirius Black, too.
Mostly Sirius, though, because Sirius was more reckless. When he would walk by—no, saunter by, in that devilish way of his—Darlene would watch his hips. They would sway back and forth, back and forth, almost femininely. She wanted to touch his lips, to press them into her body, to ask Sirius if he believed in God and Jesus and if he read the Bible and if he was a good boy, and if deep down, he wanted to go to Heaven.
Darlene liked the idea of Heaven.
When alone, she kissed herself by licking her lips and tucking them into her mouth a little bit, savoring the tastes she found there, and she imagined that she was kissing Sirius, or maybe James, or maybe any boy, or maybe a girl, or maybe a teacher, or maybe God…
She wasn't a whore; she was a teenage girl.
Darlene, Darlene, Darlene, the world thought, how vague.
