Chapter 1: Sixteen
So like. If you haven't read any of my stuff before, you won't know who Eurydice is. That's fine, you don't need to do that to understand this. However I do encourage you to read, leave kudos, bookmark, comment on my story Crocodile Tears. You know just so you can fully appreciate this story – yup. Yup. No I'm not begging for interaction leave me alone. Haha.
Anyway Eurydice is one of my OCs.. She's the granddaughter of one of Seven's Victors, Magnolia, who is another OC.
Song for this chapter: Teenage Blue by Dreamgirl (wow does this give me déjà vu)
"Happy birthday, Jo," Eurydice said, smiling. Just the sight of her smile made Johanna's heart flutter – not that she would ever admit that, of course, how goddamn embarrassing. She wasn't quite sure how to explain why Eurydice's smile made her feel so much different to everyone else's.
So she smiled back. "Thanks, Eury," she said, reaching out for a hug. Eurydice looked momentarily surprised – Johanna had never been a very huggy person – but she wanted to feel Eurydice close. And so Eurydice stepped forward and hugged Johanna close, one hand on Johanna's lower back. Johanna never wanted her to let go, but hugging – especially in front of her whole family – was extremely embarrassing, so she wiggled out of Eurydice's grip.
She usually didn't do much for her birthday, but her parents had insisted on doing something this year for her sixteenth. So they organised a little party, inviting Eurydice, Magnolia, Sylvia, and some people from school who were really more Rowan's friends than Johanna's. Her father, who rarely cooked, made potato and rosemary pie, which was the only thing he ever cooked and also, coincidentally, one of Johanna's favourite meals. Her mother had braided Johanna's hair with flowers, and had passed down some nice clothes which she had worn 'before I had kids and lost my figure' she had said.
Johanna had been hesitant about the party – it had been a difficult year, money-wise, and ordinarily the idea of people coming to her house and talking to her would have made Johanna nauseous. But it had actually been almost… nice? Surprisingly. And apart from the slight blip in which one of Rowan's friends started singing 'happy birthday', which had been smoothly avoided (definitely not because Johanna threatened to chop her up and scatter her around the forest) it had been an enjoyable night.
So she just couldn't explain why she felt so weird. It was a beautiful night, the air crisp but not too cool, the sky clear and the stars sparkling. It was fall, her favourite time of year, and the trees were a million different shades of red and orange. She should have been happy. But whenever she looked at Eurydice, the strange, airy feeling only grew.
"We were going to call her Autumn, you know, because she was born on the most beautiful fall day," her mother said, talking to Sylvia. "But she just looked like a Johanna, you know? It suits her perfectly."
"Extremely original naming methods, Mother dearest," Johanna said sarcastically. There was no bite behind it though, and her mother – perfectly attuned to Johanna's various tones of voice by now – only smiled.
"I'm so proud of you, darling," she said, tucking a strand of hair that had come loose from the braid behind Johanna's ear. "I can't believe you're sixteen already."
"Believe it," Johanna replied. She pressed a quick kiss to her mother's cheek. "Thanks for the party, Mom. It was nice."
"Thank your father and Rowan – they organised most of it," her mother said. She began picking up plates from the table. "It is getting rather late, though – we'd better send everyone home soon." Johanna began to help her clean up, but was waved away. "Don't you dare clean up, young lady, it's your birthday. Go spend time with your friends – your father will help me – where has he gone?"
"I think he was outside with Rowan."
"Could you go send him in, please, darling?"
"Yeah," Johanna said, setting down her empty cup.
Her father was standing on the porch, watching Rowan and one of her friends, Ash, play with Bear. They seemed to be playing tag, and were running away from Bear, who was laughing his little ass off. Johanna smiled at the image – Bear was so quiet and serious all the time, so it was good to see him letting loose and having fun. He didn't have any friends his own age – most of the kids in his grade thought he was 'weird' or 'dumb' and though they didn't dare pick on him – mostly due to Johanna's willingness to threaten six-year-olds – they ignored him. It made her so angry. Bear was the sweetest little kid, and yet the others refused to play with him. He'd always been different to the other children his age – they didn't have a word for it, and unfortunately kids like him usually ended up in the community home, as their families were unable to look after him. Johanna couldn't understand that – Bear was, hands down, one of the best people in her life, and she couldn't imagine for a second letting him go. She was grateful every day to be his big sister.
"He's happy," she said, watching Bear. Her father turned and saw her standing there.
"Yes," he agreed, his eyes crinkling up in a smile. Her father didn't say much, but that was one of the things Johanna liked about him. She could be in his company without ever feeling like she had to talk. It was nice.
"Mom wants you inside. There's a huge mess."
"Yes, alright." Her father went to walk inside, but stopped, and turned back around. He kissed the top of Johanna's head, putting a hand on her cheek. "Happy birthday, Joey," he said. The childhood nickname brought a rush of nostalgia, and she smiled.
"Thanks, Da," she said.
Her father smiled, and went inside. The air outside was sweet, and Johanna decided to stay, taking a seat on the top step. She watched Bear chase Rowan and Ash round and around and around their front yard, laughing as he went.
She knew she should go inside, talk to people, etcetera, whatever, but she just couldn't bring herself to do so. She really had had a good time, but she just couldn't stop thinking – mainly about Eurydice. She didn't want to talk to her friend right now, and that made her feel guilty on top of everything else. It didn't help, of course, that Eurydice had spent most of the evening flirting with Ash. Johanna wasn't sure why this mattered, but for some reason watching them had filled her with rage. She wanted to tear Ash's head from his shoulders and kick it straight into the sun. It just wasn't fair – Eurydice was her friend, she should be talking to Johanna on her birthday.
Of course Johanna realised that this was an irrational way to think. But she kind of didn't give a shit. She was quite content to just stick with the anger – that was an easy feeling to understand. It was definitely better to focus on that rather than try to figure out why she felt so strange whenever Eurydice was in proximity.
"Jo, Jo!" Bear shouted, waving at her. "I won!"
"Yay, Bear!" she called back.
Rowan laughed. "I don't think you can win at tag… but whatever, Bear, you won!"
Johanna laughed, and watched them resume the game – this time with Rowan chasing Ash and Bear around. She glared at Ash's back, wondering if it would be inappropriate to throw a shoe at him. Just as she had finished untying the laces, a hand on her shoulder made her jump. "Eurydice! You scared the shit out of me!"
"Why are you untying your shoe?" Eurydice asked, raising her eyebrows.
"There's a rock in it," Johanna said innocently.
Eurydice rolled her eyes. "Cut the shit. You have that look on your face."
"What look?"
"That look you get when you want to kill slash maim someone?"
"That's a bit dramatic," Johanna said, shrugging. "I was only going to throw a shoe at their head."
"Whose head?" Eurydice frowned. Johanna sighed – she shouldn't have said anything at all. Now she was in for it. "Not Bear. Probably not Rowan? Did she use your axe again?"
"Not Rowan."
Eurydice grinned – that grin she got when she won one of their debates. Which was more often than Johanna would like to admit. "So it's Ash, then. Why were you going to throw a shoe at Ash?"
Johanna shrugged one of her shoulders. "Cos he's an asshole." She reached down to re-tie her shoes. Definitely not so she wouldn't have to look Eurydice in the eyes.
"Well, he seems really nice to me," Eurydice said, a tone of confusion in her voice.
Johanna scoffed. "Yeah, I'm not surprised."
"Johanna, what are you talking about?" Eurydice crossed her arms.
"I saw him flirting with you earlier. Fuckin' perv."
Eurydice narrowed her eyes. "Dude. Are you serious?"
Shit. She'd said something wrong again. "…yes?"
"I was flirting with him! You dummy!" Eurydice said. "I started it. For the record, he wasn't into it at all. I think he's hot for your sister."
For some reason, that didn't make Johanna feel any better. Why had Eurydice flirted with him at all? Did she like him, or something? She could do so much better than Ash, for crying out loud. She was way hotter than Ash, and smarter, and just all-around better than him. Why on earth would she flirt with him when she was so… wonderful? "First of all, if you say that again I'll stuff pinecones down your throat. Second, why were you flirting with him?"
"I don't know. I was bored?" Eurydice said, sounding unsure. She fidgeted, and looked down at the ground. "You were talking to Rowan, and it's a party, and I don't know. A party just seems like the place to flirt with people."
"Oh." Johanna picked at a scab on the back of her hand. She didn't want to look at Eurydice. She didn't know why she was so angry about this – but she was. "So are you like. Into him."
"No!" Eurydice said, sounding somewhat horrified. "I mean, he's hot and whatever. But I like someone else," Eurydice said, and looked away. She could have sworn that Eurydice was blushing.
She wanted to ask, but knew Eurydice would never in a million years tell each her. They just didn't talk about that kind of thing. They weren't those kinds of friends. Sure, they talked about being attracted to people and shit – they'd both had a crush on Enobaria Spiteri since they were like, twelve or thirteen – but they never really talked about crushes on people that didn't live in the television. Johanna had never even had a crush on a real person before – real person being someone who was actually in her life and not hot Victors – so there just wasn't really that much to talk about. "I'm sorry, Eury," she said, sighing. "I don't know why I was so mad. I guess I was jealous or something."
"Why were you jealous?" Eurydice asked, looking at her with a strange – almost hopeful – expression on her face.
Heat rose in Johanna's face, and she looked away. "I don't know. I just wanted you to talk to me, I guess. Sorry for being an asshole. I just – you know I don't like parties." Actually, she had been enjoying this party so far. Apart from the noise and the having to talk to a lot of people for a long time. Other than that, it was fun. But she wanted to be with Eurydice, just the two of them.
"So let's leave," Eurydice said casually.
Johanna looked at her. "What?"
"Let's leave. It's your birthday, and if you want to leave then let's go do something."
"But my parents went to a lot of trouble setting up this party."
"And you attended, and people are going home. So what? It's your birthday, you can do what you want."
Johanna grinned. She knew her parents wouldn't mind – it wasn't a school or work night, it wasn't raining, and Eurydice was someone they knew and trusted. "Let's go do something."
"Yes!" Eurydice said, applauding. She stood up, and grabbed Johanna's hand, pulling her to her feet. "Go get a coat, you know how cold gets."
Johanna nodded. Eurydice's hand felt warm in her own, and she smiled. "Okay. Do you need to borrow Rowan's?"
"Nah, Mom insisted I bring one just in case. I'll go tell your parents we're leaving."
Ten minutes later, after her parents made Johanna go to every guest and thank them individually for coming, she and Eurydice were walking into town. She found herself unsure of what to say. Which was ridiculous. She and Eurydice had been friends since they were kids – they always had something to talk about. So why couldn't she think of something? Maybe it had something to do with the narrow path – they had to walk quite close to each other so they could both fit, and avoid walking through the wet grass. It was distracting, because Eurydice's arm kept brushing up against Johanna's side, and she was so close that Johanna could smell her perfume – vanilla. She wasn't sure when it had happened, but vanilla was her favourite scent, so that was just another thing Johanna kept thinking about.
She felt kind of sick, too. Her stomach was twisting and turning and felt uncomfortably light, like how it felt when Johanna used ropes to swing from the trees during her shift. Maybe she had just eaten something weird – her father was good at potato pie, sure, but there was a reason her mother didn't let him cook more often. Ever since that time he'd tried to roast a chicken and they'd all ended up with food poisoning. That hadn't been a fun week – they'd all had to stay home and had missed out on a week's worth of wages. Maybe it was just… rotten potatoes, or something. Yeah, that was probably it.
"Jo," Eurydice said. "Have you ever had a crush on anyone?"
Johanna was glad she wasn't drinking anything, because it definitely would have shot out of her nose, like the elegant young woman she was. "What? Um. Why are you asking? I don't think so. No."
"Oh. I was just wondering, that's all, because we were talking about it before… and since I have a crush on someone, I don't know. I just wondered if you did, as well."
Johanna tried not to cough, or burp, or make some other strange, unattractive noise. She wasn't really sure what to say to that question. "Well, um, I don't really know. What does it feel like, to have a crush on someone? How can you tell?"
"Well… you want to be around them all the time. You think about them all the time. Sometimes your tummy feels all… floaty, and stuff. You get tingles."
Uh oh, Johanna thought to herself. Eurydice's symptom list sounded too familiar for comfort. She tried to avoid looking at her friend, but found herself unable to resist. She snuck a glance. Eurydice's usually pale cheeks were flushed pink, and she was looking at her feet – almost as if she was trying to avoid looking at Johanna just as much as Johanna was trying not to look at her. "Tingles?" Johanna asked. She realised her throat was dry.
"Yeah, like if they touch you," Eurydice said. Her blush grew deeper, as did Johanna's, as they both realised how her words could be interpreted. "I just mean like, if they touch your arm or your hand or something! Not anything else!"
A feeling of dread was growing in Johanna's stomach, along with the other feeling – she realised that 'floaty' was the perfect way to describe it. Hell, her whole body felt floaty, like she was levitating or something – she realised that she always felt like this, when Eurydice was around. Fuck, she thought, stuffing her hands in her pockets so she wouldn't keep accidentally brushing Eurydice's hand as they walked. Do I have a crush on Eurydice? Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Johanna licked her lips. There was no avoiding it, now that she knew. She had a crush on her best friend. Obviously, she wasn't going to tell Eurydice who, but she would be able to see straight through the lie if Johanna said no. "Um, yeah, I guess I do have a crush, then. I just hadn't really thought about it before." That was a lie – she thought about Eurydice all the time. Almost constantly. She didn't know how she hadn't realised it was a crush – it seemed so obvious now – but whatever.
"On who? Enobaria Spiteri?" Eurydice's voice was light, teasing – but there was something else there too. Something she'd heard in Eurydice's voice twenty minutes ago, when Eurydice had asked her about her jealousy. Hope? Johanna was now certain that the thing she couldn't identify was hope. But what was she hopeful for?
Realisation hit Johanna like a truck. Did… was it possible that Eurydice had a crush on her? She shook her head, trying to shake the thought out of her mind. Of course she didn't. It was just wishful thinking, or something like that. "I mean, obviously Enobaria. But also someone else, I guess. But I'm not telling you who it is unless you tell me yours."
"I guess we're at a stalemate, then," Eurydice said.
They turned the corner into town, which was still busy despite the late hour. District Seven hadn't had a curfew since the last mayor had retired, and so Peacekeepers and lumberjacks alike were milling about the place. It was much quieter during the Games, of course, as everyone was glued to the screens. But now, in late October, the next reaping was still far enough away for people to relax. It was Saturday night, too, and people were always out late Saturday night, as it was the end of the work week for the lumberjacks, who got Sundays off.
"I guess so," Johanna replied. "Do you want to go find dessert?" She was glad to change the subject – this was dangerous talk, and she wanted to avoid it before she fucked up.
"Great idea," Eurydice said, smiling."
"I got some money for my birthday, I'll pay –"
"Don't you even start with me. You're not paying for dessert on your birthday."
"But you paid last time –" Johanna began to protest.
"So what? Noni's got a disposable income. She encourages me to waste as much of it as I can. And it's your birthday! We need to celebrate!" Eurydice made jazz hands and stuck her tongue out, and she looked so ridiculous that Johanna had no choice but to laugh, even though she hated it when Eurydice insisted on paying for everything.
She could count on one hand the number of times she'd paid for snacks – and most of those times Eurydice had paid her back anyway. She hated that she couldn't afford to pay for herself, even though most of the people in the district were in the same situation. She hated it because she knew that Eurydice was above her, at least in social status. Johanna was scared that one day, Eurydice would realise this, and would ditch Johanna and start hanging out with… who even knew. The fucking mayor's kids, maybe (even though they were both snobs and Eurydice had told them that on multiple occasions).
And Johanna knew that the only reason they were even friends was because Sylvia had been friends with her parents since grade school. If they hadn't kept up that connection, who knew if Johanna and Eurydice would even be friends?
"Jo?"
"Huh?" Johanna asked, realising that Eurydice had been talking to her. She realised that they were standing in front of the district's only café, and wondered when they had got there – damn Eurydice, always distracting her.
"You zoned out. What do you want?"
"Oh. Whatever's cheapest," she said, waving Eurydice away.
Her friend smirked at her, before turning away. "She'll have one sweet tea and a large cinnamon scroll, thanks," Eurydice said to the stall owner.
Johanna groaned – Eurydice knew her favourites. She was secretly glad, though – cinnamon scrolls were a rare treat, and they usually only had them at Christmas time, when there were extras and the bakery sold them cheap. She had only had them from here – from the District's only café, which usually only the upper class and Peacekeepers could afford – once, again when she was with Eurydice.
They waited for a moment – Johanna sulking quietly, Eurydice smirking because she'd won. Then the man handed them their drinks and two cinnamon scrolls, which Johanna was determined not to enjoy – however, she ruined her own promise at the first bite. She let out a small moan. "This is so good."
Eurydice's face was bright red. "Y-yeah," she stammered.
Johanna frowned. "Why are you being weird?"
"I'm not."
"Yes you are. You're being weird."
"I'm not!" Eurydice protested.
"You are!"
"Whatever," Eurydice said, still red. "Come on. Let's just walk. There should still be people in the Acorn."
"Okay," Johanna agreed, "but you're not buying me anything this time."
"You can't stop me!" Eurydice said.
"I'll kill you!" Johanna said, louder than intended – probably a bit too loud, because a nearby Peacekeeper turned around and glared at her. She stepped back, worried that the Peacekeeper might approach them, tell them off or something.
Eurydice laughed, uncaring that the Peacekeeper was still staring them down. "Come on, before everyone closes."
She grabbed Johanna by the hand and that was distracting enough for Johanna to forget about the Peacekeeper.
The Acorn was a two-minute walk away from the centre of town, in a building that had been a school before it burned down one summer. It still reeked of smoke, but it got the job done. It was a smart move, too, because from the outside, if she didn't know better, Johanna would never have thought it would be the location of the district's Black Market.
They went to their favourite stall – books. All kinds of books. Books from the Capitol, which Johanna hated with a passion – a hundred different shades of 'sappy Capitol woman meets a sexy man from One/Two/Four and they fall into an illicit love affair, blah blah blah'. Those books always seemed to end with the man renouncing his district identity and becoming the perfect gentleman for the Capitol woman. No-one ever bought those, except for cheap kindling. But the stall also had actual good books. There were books about every topic – psychology, anatomy, plants. But Johanna's favourites were the stories. The ones from before the Dark Days, which provided a glimpse into what the world had been like before geographical devastation, before the war, before the Hunger Games. Those were Eurydice's favourites as well.
Johanna picked up a thin book of poems, with a plain black cover and dainty red writing. Eurydice watched her with interest. "What've you got?"
"The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson," she read aloud, flipping the book over. The back was blank, except for a small, grainy photograph of a woman she assumed to be Emily Dickinson, so she picked a random page and opened it.
"I hide myself within my flower
That wearing on your breast,
You, unsuspecting, wear me too—
And angels know the rest.
I hide myself within my flower,
That, fading from your vase,
You, unsuspecting, feel for me
Almost a loneliness..." Johanna knew, immediately, that she wanted to read more.
Eurydice looked at her funny after she had read the poem. Johanna wanted to ask what it was, but she didn't, and addressed the stall owner – a woman called Laurel who they had befriended over frequent visits. "How much for this one?"
"Oh, let's see," Laurel said, taking it from her.
"It's her birthday," Eurydice interrupted. "Just saying."
"Eurydice!" Johanna hissed.
Laurel smiled. "Then, it's a birthday present."
"Don't be an idiot, Laurel, how much is it?" Johanna said. She hated accepting charity. She took after her dad in that sense.
"I'll have to refuse you business if you call me an idiot," Laurel said, pretending to be offended. "You'd better take that book and get out of here before I throw this chair at you."
Despite herself, Johanna laughed. The thought of gentle, friendly Laurel throwing a chair was too funny to not laugh at.
"We'd better get out of here, Jo!" Eurydice said, pretending to be frightened. She grabbed Johanna's hand again, and that was enough reason for Johanna to follow her without protesting.
With a thank you to Laurel for the book, the two girls walked out of the acorn. "Where now, birthday girl?" Eurydice asked, swinging Johanna's hand as they walked.
"The sky's clear tonight," Johanna said. "Do you want to climb a tree and look at the stars?"
"Yes. Always, with you."
Johanna grinned. After a short walk, they arrived at the most famous tree in the district – the one affectionately (and not very originally) named Old Ash. It was called that because it was an old ash. It had been around for centuries, before the Dark Days, even, and was a popular spot for, well, 'romantic rendezvous'. Also picnics. Johanna hoped Eurydice associated them being here with the whole picnic thing, but she didn't mind.
Without looking at Eurydice – Johanna wasn't sure she wanted to see the look on Eurydice's face at the fact she'd brought them here, of all places – she began to climb. Eurydice followed, and soon they were perched at the very top of the tree. Johanna gazed up at the stars – she would never tire of watching them. They were comforting, in a way. "I love looking at the stars," she said to Eurydice quietly.
"Why?"
"I don't know. I guess they make all the fucked-up shit of the world seem kind of insignificant. It reminds me of how small we are. That nothing that happens here matters in the scheme of things."
"And you find that comforting? Knowing that nothing we do matters?"
"Well, yeah," Johanna said, shrugging. "Because even if I die in the Hunger Games – even if something really horrible happens to me – I know that the universe will go on. And my family will go on. It just makes me feel like everything will be okay."
Eurydice nodded thoughtfully. "I get that. I feel differently, though."
"Yeah?"
"Well, yeah," said Eurydice, shrugging. "It scares me. It makes me feel like everything's too big and powerful for me to actually change anything."
"Like what?" Johanna asked.
"Like our society!" Eurydice said passionately. Johanna loved it when she was like this. She talked with her whole body when she was excited about something – she seemed to light up from the inside out. It was amazing to watch. "Our government, the districts, the imbalance of power between us and them. Hell, even the power imbalance in the districts themselves! I want to change things, Johanna. I don't want to go through life knowing that at any time, someone I love could be sent into the Games. I don't want to watch my own people starve to death and not be able to help them. I don't want to watch as we grow poorer while the Capitol grows richer. I'm sick of it, Jojo."
"You don't have to change things by yourself, you know," Johanna said. "I'm here, and I always will be." They had never really talked about this kind of thing – sure, they'd complained about Snow and the Hunger Games, as all district children did. But they had never had an outright political conversation like this one – it felt dangerous, and Johanna wasn't sure whether she liked that feeling or not.
They fell into a silence after that. Johanna's neck was growing stiff from looking up at the stars and she stretched, rolling out the tension in her shoulders.
"What would you do?" Eurydice asked suddenly.
Johanna frowned and looked at her. "Huh?"
"If you were reaped. What would your strategy be?"
Johanna thought about it for a second – but even thinking about the slight possibility of going into the Games terrified her. So she shrugged. "I honestly don't know. I don't want to think about it, I guess. What about you?"
Eurydice tilted her head thoughtfully, and smiled softly. "I like the idea of pretending to be weak. And then, when most people are dead – out I'll come. And I'll show everyone I'm not the pathetic child they thought I was. I'll show them how powerful I am."
"I've never seen anyone do that before." She'd never heard of that strategy before, but the more she thought about it, the more she liked it. It would work. People always thought girls were weaker, less capable than they actually were – it would be a great way to not only trick the competition, but trick the Capitol too.
"I think it happened once, in one of the earlier Games," Eurydice said thoughtfully. "Noni told me a bit about it."
"Well, it's good," Johanna said, realising just how much she liked the idea. "It's smart. I think, if I was ever reaped, I'd do that too. I'm good at pretending."
"We're not going to go into the Games though," Eurydice said firmly. "We're not."
"No, we're not," Johanna said. Maybe if she believed that, the universe would listen.
She stared back up at the sky again. It seemed to look right back at her.
"Johanna," Eurydice said suddenly.
"Mm?" Johanna said, turning to her.
Eurydice looked nervous, fidgeting with the green beaded bracelet on her wrist. "I love you."
"I love you too, Eurydice." Butterflies fluttered in Johanna's chest. She wanted to set them on fire so they would go the fuck away. They were so frustrating, and she was sick of it.
"No," Eurydice said, shaking her hand. She looked almost desperate, and grabbed Johanna tightly by the shoulders, pulling her closer and staring deeply into her eyes. "I love you, Johanna."
"Eurydice?" Johanna asked, realising she was breathless. She could see her own reflection in Eurydice's pale blue irises. She looked… hopeful.
Eurydice let go of Johanna's shoulders, but didn't lose the closeness. She ran a hand through her hair nervously. "I just… the next reaping's not that far away. If you or I went in, and I hadn't told you… I'd never forgive myself. I've loved you for a long time." She was so close – Johanna knew that if she were to move two centimetres closer…
She wasn't sure what to say. Words had never been her strong suit. So she did what felt the most natural. She closed the gap between them. Eurydice sighed as their lips met. She tasted like cinnamon and chocolate, and Johanna wondered why she hadn't done this a long, long time ago – it felt so right, kissing Eurydice. They just fit.
They broke apart. Eurydice smiled shyly, which was unlike her – Eurydice was a lot of things, but shy usually wasn't one of them. Johanna's heart fluttered in her chest. "Took you long enough," Eurydice said cheekily, putting her hand on the side of Johanna's head, twisting her fingers gently through Johanna's hair.
Johanna grinned, and kissed her again. She never wanted to do anything else.
Poem is 'I hide myself within my flower' by Emily Dickinson.
Soft Johanna! Soft Johanna!
Johanna is a scorpio and you cannot convince me otherwise (I'm saying this as a scorpio so like. believe me u can trust me)
Wow did I miss writing Johanna. Like a lot. Anyway. There is more to come, I promise. This is probably like the happiest Johanna I've ever written. Oh also, the picture I have in my head of Eurydice is basically just Hunter Schafer. I fucking love Hunter Schafer.
have a good day and stuff
also! Fic title is from wild time by weyes blood (I fuckin love weyes blood go listen to them)