A/N: June 13, 2015. Just two more chapters to go.
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Adagio
Part Two, Chapter Three
The empress of crystals seethes in her sun-dappled cage, twists the vertical bars in her clenched palms and growls hatefully with the hissing heat of an untended furnace, the fury of a castrated dragon. She will murder them all for their Atmosian pity, her fate crueler than the noose. Weepy and soft with the continual feeding of kindness, and Cyclonis screams the rage out in the comfort of her cavernous head.
A crap-saccharine freak show of sunflowers and good will, her rosy-cheeked captors feed her warm loaves and honey and clear water. Stuff her white porcelain face with carbohydrates, sugar and starch. Morph the tempered glass walls of power into flushed, pink flesh. Humanization. She can feel it like sweet hay pushed through a hole of a fabric straw man with no brain to speak of.
Her red knight's one-time lover visits, a dreamy beacon of love and opportunity on Piper's caramel face. Forgiveness. Friendship. Familiarity. All purge-worthy ideals to retch and spit out on the power-washed concrete floor. She has a mirror now to watch her transformation. Fancy.
So she slaps another lovely word to add to her friend's concise vocabulary. Fornication. Fuck. Sexual relations. Sleeping around. How did Piper like that? The other woman's eyes soften around the edges, skin puffed up from sorrow, and smiles. She's sorry for her sophism.
Cyclonis wants a blade to slice her veins with.