Alison used to light Emily up like the Forth of July. A pop and a fizzle and then the flame -- Emily feeling as delicate as the paper of a luminary, one wrong move, one step too far, and she would go up in a blaze.
Alison, of course, loved it. Or loved her. Maybe.
Alison used to creep around the corners of Emily's dreams, a spectre of heat and sugarplum lips and lies. But it's pointless now, Emily thinks, to scramble against that feeling, to replicate the dancing shadows that colored her flesh from daring to stand so close to the source.
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Date: 2013-01-15 02:16 am (UTC)Alison used to light Emily up like the Forth of July. A pop and a fizzle and then the flame -- Emily feeling as delicate as the paper of a luminary, one wrong move, one step too far, and she would go up in a blaze.
Alison, of course, loved it. Or loved her. Maybe.
Alison used to creep around the corners of Emily's dreams, a spectre of heat and sugarplum lips and lies. But it's pointless now, Emily thinks, to scramble against that feeling, to replicate the dancing shadows that colored her flesh from daring to stand so close to the source.