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It was beginning to be that time of year again, the snow fell down and settled in its space on the ground, the landscape covered in bliss, everything transformed to it’s pure state. Colorless, absolute. Once, the sight of who her family was and what they had to offer them was so painful. Yet now, the world was beginning to feel brighter. Or at least, less dull. This year she had been less involved with drugs, more so indulging in the company of their loved ones. Killian, Meg, Atticus, Sammy, AJ, they changed their perspective of life. Once, Hera shuddered at the thought that it might be long, but now, they would think about it and their pupils would dilate at the mere thought, a dreamy sigh escaping their mouth. That’s right. A dreamy sigh. Never had Hera dreamed of doing that. Never had Hera dreamed at all.
The one thing bothering them now was actually her girlfriend, Ari. The girl was a handful. Needy, demanding, rude, and frigid. Everything an enby could fear dream of!! You might be wondering, Hera, how the f*ck did that happen? To be honest, they couldn’t even tell you. However, I can. Miss Ari Lee (if that’s even her real name) saw Hera in the library one time (Ya enby be reading, and Ari was looking for nerds to bully until she found a rather sexy nerd who she wouldn’t mind doing some other things to) and went over to hit on them. Hesitantly, when Ari asked to see them again sometime soon, this mofo said f&ck it and agreed. WHO DOES THAT? Hera apparently. Does she like her romantically? No. Do they like her at all? Also no. But, in the words of Herayray themself, “f^ck it ig.” She acts more like Zeus with all those pointless bodies she collects, not in a slootshame way, more like, bish, it’s Ari.
Speaking of Ari, there she stomped, demanding for them to go buy her a funnel cake. Lowkey, it was kind of cute seeing her act all bratty. It would be more conventionally attractive if she weren’t like that all of the time, but Hera honestly kinda liked the harshness of this stuff. When Hera says their love language is physical tough they mean rough k!nky sex ok. Speaking of that gay stuff, Hera’s eyes refused to focus on anything but Ari. “Do I get anything in return for that funnel cake?” They asked with a smirk, knowing full well that Miss Lee would fall right into her trap. They had her kind of wrapped around their finger, it was weird to think about, and probably unhealthy, but it’s been established that stuff drives them crazy.
When she agreed, the non-man bought the girl her funnel cake and the two sat down at a red table with the bench part attached. It was composed of thick, plastic wires that moved your fingers up and down if you ran your hand across the surface, fingertips a little bit more sensitive from the drab, cold atmosphere. Speaking of cold, Ari ate the whole cake all by herself. Not once did she offer a share of it. Typical. It didn’t really matter to them though, Ari’s just like this. When she finished her fatty american goodness, the two walked away to the bathroom, Hera accepting the hand extended out to her as they strutted side by side. The two entered the bathroom swiftly, out of hunger for something food could not provide them, and shut the door before feasting their eyes on eachother.
The two of them had just gotten off of the ferris wheel, the only thing Ari was willing to do because other rides “made her head hurt.” At this point, the girl was starting to tire her with all that chat about herself. Hera figured they should probably go. “Hey, I have to go talk to Leon about a business inquiry, see you in a few? I think I just saw [insert one of Ari’s minions’ names] walk over there if you want to join them.” Ari obviously seemed displeased, but Hera insisted, so they finally separated, leaving Hera to look like they knew where they were going. Instinctively, she went right, down a long path of games and stuffed animals, actually happy couples, and hay, eventually walking into the increasingly short ferris wheel line yet again, spotting their good friend Xavier nearby. He was speaking with… Daiane Meyer. Or, as they knew her, Ane. The memories came flooding back instantaneously.
Her lil masculine outfit that did NOT match her energy at the party where they met, the ironic taste of her chapstick when they first kissed, Her laugh as she played with Hera’s once long hair in a field under the stars as they watched the fourth of july fireworks in little country girl outfits from the drunken gathering they abandoned together, what was for daiane her first time, her toes in the fancy @ss separator things she actually used because she didn’t want the polish to smudge, when she used a british accent to say I love you for the first time to make it seem like less of a big deal (did not work, Hera never let the girl live it down.), the gentle way she would speak to her father, pretending to be Aline so he’d be content, the flames reflecting in her watery eyes as she burned the dress she wore to her his funeral, and the way she looked at them frantically after their last hug, struggling not to give in and kiss them, succeeding.
Flor - Los Rivera Destino and Benito Martinez
The clouds hovering over the carnival scurried off to the corners of the sky, allowing Hera and Daiane to see eachother clear as day. The second that their eyes met, the whole place lit up like it does at night time without explanation. Everything was red, like the christmas decorations outside Daiane’s house the day they found love. Not suprisingly, Today marked the three year anniversary of that fateful event. This whole thing felt planned somehow, flawless, the thought of Ari wiped from Hera’s mind. And, although the two were not touching, it felt as though they were beginning to slow dance.
Tu tambien eres una flor, delicada, que a veces se esconde.
Ane stood shyly, her body facing inwards. The same as when they met her. Her long, brown hair fallen over her shoulders, wearing jeans and a red tee, color-coordinating with her athletic sneakers.
Te llevo en el corazon, adentro. Lleve, o no lleve tu nombre.
She is everything to Hera. Even though she probably shouldn’t be. No matter who they are with, it might not ever compare to her first love. That’s the thing with these relationships, they never really end.
Y, tal vez, seas la razón de que, en algún momento, yo engorde
Since they started to like her, every rare thought about what life could be like one day had the woman in it. Hera thought she knew better than to think life would work out that way, and she does, but love does not.
Te dedico esta cancion, que escribi con emocion, lleve, o no lleve tu nombre
In the wise words of Hera aka Romeo’s counterpart, “that which we call a rose, by any other name, would smell as sweet!”
Pasó el tiempo y crecí, pero, aún sigo aprendiendo de ti
No matter how much time they spend apart, Daiane will always be the little angel on her shoulder, making Hera better everyday.
No existen tutoriales en YouTube donde enseñen a ser más como tú
There’s no one quite like her. Many could try to tell Hera better ways to live but Daiane lets them experience it so effortlessly. In a way that neither her therapist, nor her parents, nor her friends, nor her siblings, nor her exes, nor her enemies or anyone else ever could.
Yo no soy más que una reacción de una eyaculación que soltaste un día
She wouldn’t be who she is today without Daiane. Everything they have, they can enjoy because of the very professional ballerina who still steps on people’s toes when she gets nervous.
Y por eso, de una flor a una flor, te agradezco la vida
She may trip and fall, but it helps Hera learn. Because see, although Hera may seem to move effortlessly, she’d have no understanding of any sort of choreography without Ane. The girl helped them understand themself! Vulnerability was never Hera’s strong suit, but somehow, around Daiane, she felt safe.
Una flor no crece sin el sol, un amor no crece sin dolor
Of course, Daiane did crease their shoes a few times with all of that stepping, or rather, broke their heart. Luckily, Hera was a forgiving partner, and everytime it began to beat again, she’d return it to Ane with a smile.
No es quien siembra una semilla, es quien la conserva y la cuida
After all, she made that heart from scratch. Technically, Hera’s mothers rescued her, but Daiane was the one that watered the plant that was her soul everyday, illuminating it with her sunlight.
Yo no soy más que una reacción, de aquella canción que soñaste un día
No matter who Hera is with, their love for Daiane will never, ever change. In the distance, Xavier hopped on the ride with a figure about his height, that neither Hera or Daiane knew.
Y por eso, de una flor a una flor, te agradezco la vida
It was now time for the next couple to hop on the ride. Ane turned her head softly to look at Xavier, but the spot where he once stood was vacant. At this, she hesitantly turned back to Hera, and the two got onto the ride, speechlessly. The worker man lowered the bar in front of them, and the circle began to spin slowly. She looked the same as when they last saw her. Beautiful and sad. Probably because it was also near the anniversary of her father’s death. They remember like it was yesterday. Her speeches about how quiet her house has always been and the way the echoes of her voice have only gotten louder since his passing, the weak smiles she’d make that were once very loud, kind of hearty laughter. Hera had no idea what to do, they’d never been in a situation like this. They supposed the only thing to do was confront it. “Hello Again, Daiane.”
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mentioned:
@Kristi Ari - girl idk
@aesthetic AJ - revive yoself
@Caticorn Xavier - lol i stole dai from him again muahahaha sorry
