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for tansy
Dear Tansy,
I'm so glad that I've gotten to know you better in the last few months. You're a brilliant writer and super fun to talk to, and I hope that this short drabble appeals to your monster-loving sensibilities. <3
- Eth
The stranger in her living room is beautiful. Certainly not in the way models are in magazines, but she's ethereally stunning, almost blinding in her brilliance, and Marianne can't bring herself to turn away. She shields her eyes with the palm of her hand, and takes a step back towards her door-- every modicum of logic within her tells her to flee, fast, but something deep inside her tells her to stay put. This is where she's meant to be, even if Marianne doesn't have a rational answer as to why.
The girl turns towards her, flashing her a warm smile. All three pairs of her eyes dance with amusement, and she gets up from her seat, tossing a lock of pink hair behind her back. Marianne takes a deep breath, somehow mustering up the courage to speak.
“W-- who are you?” she asks, her voice barely a whisper. “W-- why are you in my room?”
The stranger laughs, covering her mouth with her hand.
“Oh Marianne, you're so silly. I'm here to protect you-- what else would I be here for? Weren't you praying for a guardian angel the other night?”
Marianne blinks back at her in shock. When she'd mentioned in her prayers that she'd she wanted a guardian angel, she had envisioned something different-- something like what she'd seen in movies and books, with a halo and bright white wings. Yet even though the girl in front of her has sharp teeth and too many eyes, and there is a distinct lack of wings furling from her back, Marianne knows that she's telling the truth. The angel leans in closer towards her, a hand outstretched.
“Call me Hilda. That isn't St. Hilda just yet, but fret not, Miss Marianne! You're going to help me earn my wings. So, what do you say. Do you want me to be your guardian angel or not?”
Marianne swallows the lump in her throat. There's something about Hilda's very presence that makes her feel warm and safe, like she has nothing to worry about-- like Hilda could be a shield from everything harsh and cruel in the world. Rationally, she knows she should be asking more questions, but there's a force radiating from Hilda that makes Marianne want to say yes. Shaking, she nods her head. Hilda beams.
“All you've got to do is kiss me, then, and the pact is complete!”
Marianne freezes in her tracks once more. “Kiss... Kiss you?”
Hilda nods, taking Marianne's hand and pulling her in. She wraps an arm around Marianne's back. “That's all you've got to do. So. Are you in, or are you in?”
Marianne takes a deep breath, before closing in the space between them with a kiss.
I'm so glad that I've gotten to know you better in the last few months. You're a brilliant writer and super fun to talk to, and I hope that this short drabble appeals to your monster-loving sensibilities. <3
- Eth
The stranger in her living room is beautiful. Certainly not in the way models are in magazines, but she's ethereally stunning, almost blinding in her brilliance, and Marianne can't bring herself to turn away. She shields her eyes with the palm of her hand, and takes a step back towards her door-- every modicum of logic within her tells her to flee, fast, but something deep inside her tells her to stay put. This is where she's meant to be, even if Marianne doesn't have a rational answer as to why.
The girl turns towards her, flashing her a warm smile. All three pairs of her eyes dance with amusement, and she gets up from her seat, tossing a lock of pink hair behind her back. Marianne takes a deep breath, somehow mustering up the courage to speak.
“W-- who are you?” she asks, her voice barely a whisper. “W-- why are you in my room?”
The stranger laughs, covering her mouth with her hand.
“Oh Marianne, you're so silly. I'm here to protect you-- what else would I be here for? Weren't you praying for a guardian angel the other night?”
Marianne blinks back at her in shock. When she'd mentioned in her prayers that she'd she wanted a guardian angel, she had envisioned something different-- something like what she'd seen in movies and books, with a halo and bright white wings. Yet even though the girl in front of her has sharp teeth and too many eyes, and there is a distinct lack of wings furling from her back, Marianne knows that she's telling the truth. The angel leans in closer towards her, a hand outstretched.
“Call me Hilda. That isn't St. Hilda just yet, but fret not, Miss Marianne! You're going to help me earn my wings. So, what do you say. Do you want me to be your guardian angel or not?”
Marianne swallows the lump in her throat. There's something about Hilda's very presence that makes her feel warm and safe, like she has nothing to worry about-- like Hilda could be a shield from everything harsh and cruel in the world. Rationally, she knows she should be asking more questions, but there's a force radiating from Hilda that makes Marianne want to say yes. Shaking, she nods her head. Hilda beams.
“All you've got to do is kiss me, then, and the pact is complete!”
Marianne freezes in her tracks once more. “Kiss... Kiss you?”
Hilda nods, taking Marianne's hand and pulling her in. She wraps an arm around Marianne's back. “That's all you've got to do. So. Are you in, or are you in?”
Marianne takes a deep breath, before closing in the space between them with a kiss.