272. TEN snapshots that mean something to you. Describe the scene.
1. There are two girls. One blonde, one brunette. One tall, one short. One older, one younger. One crying, one dry-eyed. They don't really look alike, but they're sisters. You can tell because the brunette is leaning against the blonde, blocking out the world and the blonde has her arm around the younger girl, like if she just holds on a little tighter - she can protect the girl from anything. She should be able to protect the girl from anything. It's who she is, it's in her blood. The girls are wearing black. The girls look like someone died. Someone did.
2. A tower and an ugly dress, there's a rip across the front, the not-so-subtle stain of crimson along the edges of the rip. She looks like death and she should. She is death, she's the portent for death, she's the cause of all the bad in the world. She stares down at the glowing below her. The velvet dress clings to her form and she's too young to be standing there with the weight on her shoulders. In one moment, she'll take the step off the tower, her foot is raised to start the decent.
She'll never get to.
3. A kiss. A cloud of dust edging around the form. He's on top of her, ridges above his brow making it obvious what he is. Fangs protruding down, ready to sink into her neck. Except there is dust, around the edges. In a second, once the flash of the camera passes, he'll be gone, he face coated with dusty tears. A kiss.
4. A boy and a girl. His arms are wrapped around her stomach, she's turned towards him just slightly her eyes on the person behind the camera. His lips are at her ear, whispering something to make the girl laugh. His eyes are on her, trained on her in a way that when she sees the picture, she won't have to question how he feels. A boy and a girl.
5. A puppy, there's a tag around his neck, 'Gizmo'. The puppy is happy, with a grin that's wide and his tongue hangs out the side of his mouth. Attached to the collar there's a ribbon, holding a ring, white gold, three inset diamonds. The light catches the ring, it sparkles. A puppy and a ring.
6. Her eyes. Blue green eyes, deep. He calls them oceans; ocean eyes. There's a fleck in her right eyes, fleck of gold that reflects the light of the flash. Her eyes.
7. She stands in front of a large canvas. Her face covered in shadow. Jeans are splattered with different color's of paint, smears, splashes, splatters. Her hair is pulled back on the top of her head, her hand running through it in frustration, paint transferring from her fingertips to her hair. Her shirt is torn, a large tattoo peaking from the rips in the back. Her body is turning towards the camera, the corner of her mouth raised up. Amusement. The canvas is dark, the form of a tower and a falling body framed behind her. His finger tip isn't out of the way of the lense, barely there, fingerprint against the glass. A canvas.
8. He's on the bed, looking up at the camera, reaching up towards it, the angle is all off, she's trying to keep it from him. The curve of her stomach visible in the corner of the image. A sheet is tangled around his hips, his eyes boring into the camera, into hers. A hand is on her side, barely visible, in a moment, he'll sit up, toss the camera away and keep her for himself. Her hand is on his chest, a shiny ring pressing over his heart. The boy on the bed.
9. The curve of her belly, a white gold ring, on a masculine hand pressing against her stomach. Lips a hair-breadth away, about to press down. Her skin stretched. The curve.
10. Love. A boy and a girl, looking into each others eyes, they can't see anything else but each other. A ring and a puppy. A belly and a tower. Pieces that make up the image, the snapshot of her life. The boy and the girl, hearts pounding because they're close together. She's touching his face, his eyes partially closed because her touch makes him sigh, it makes him able to breathe. She leans into his body, her heart pounding because she's not real, she's not real but he sees her and he always will see her. She's his, like all those years ago she was created not to save the world, keep it safe, be the key. It was for him, to be his.
It's just a snapshot. Just a scene of many in her life but it's her life. Some happened, some will happen. Every second is true. Every scene is hers. Everything is finally real.
He makes her real.
Muse | Dawn Summers
Fandom | Buffy the Vampire Slayer
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