!DISCLAIMER! TW: Kissing, kinda sPiCy ig? But not really Song: Clarity Aesthetic: "Aesthetic - Evangeline and Elane" Garota•Da•Lua on Pinterest Ship: Evangeline Samos & Elane Haven Fandom: Red Queen Plot: Evane first kiss concept A/N: This is basically just me wishing Evane fluff existed. Enjoy! My whole life, I’ve been the perfect daughter. The daughter my parents had wanted, the daughter my parents had in mind when they gave birth to a beautiful Samos child. My entire life was what they wanted, never giving a second thought to my own desires. Not that I had any. My entire life was my parents, their thoughts and wishes pulsed through my veins as naturally as my noble, silver blood did. Their desires were mine, my desires were theirs. Except for one. One desire I’d never been able to shake, despite how hard I tried, how long I’d spent trying to suppress it. But it always lingered. Elane Haven. Elane was my first friend, and quite frankly, my only friend. My parents were never happy I’d made a companion, they thought I should see all relationships with others as strictly business. That was just their outlook on life, everyone was a ladder to the top, even each other, especially me. There were three things that ran through my mind, almost obsessively. Metal, Power, Elane. Power, Elane, Metal. Elane, Metal, Power. When I was around Elane, it was better than a victory in the training room, better than the metallic taste that filled my mouth when I used my ability. There was nothing else in the world when I was with her, no worries, no stress, no pressure, no crown, no Silvers, no Reds. Only her. I knew I felt more than kinship with her as soon as I realized that. That I felt instead love, the kind of fairytale love that you read about in fantasy stories. I had never realized it was real, until I was gazing at her gorgeous red curls and the rest of the world faded away. The first time I embraced my love for her, it was windy. Her hair, which I admired and envied so very, very much, whipped around her beautiful, pale face wildly, as we traveled back to my mansion. I had been sent to train in the palace training room, since my parents pulled some strings and I wound up with permission to train in the gym reserved for the king and queen’s friends and their children. I had often visited the palace since I was young, as the daughter of one of the noble houses, but it was still unique. Anyway, we were walking home, and her hair was flying around, and mine was pinned back in a tight bun, with the few loose silver strands whipping through the air. But we were laughing, and smiling, and for the first time in days, I felt alive again. She did that. She was called a shadow, but to me, she was the opposite. She was the light in my life, the only thing that could bring color and life to my world when all seemed lost. And I’m not sure what happened after that. Our eyes locked. Silver and green. Metal and light. Magnetron and shadow. Pale and color. Our laughing stopped, a sudden seriousness and longing hanging in the air. I wanted her. And now, I thought, maybe, she wanted me. I did realize we had moved so much closer, or that my hand had traveled to her hair. I brushed a piece of it back, relishing in the fact I could appreciate such a stunning, flawless girl. I didn’t deserve her. My hand rested on her pale cheek. That was the one feature we had in common, was the lack of color in our skin. But I looked like a corpse, with my silver gowns and hair and eyes. All I had was pale. She looked absolutely perfect like this. And suddenly, our lips locked. I don’t know who leaned first, or who was more shocked and grateful this was happening, but it was. When we finally separated, I was out of breath, but I had to say what I’d been keeping in for so long. “I want you,” I breathed, and it came out barely a whisper. Still, I continued. “I want you more than anything in this world. More than the crown, more than some stupid prince. You.” She smiled and, God, I love her smile. Wide and toothy and genuine, the real kind of grin that I’d never been allowed. “Me too,” she said, choking on her words, and I could just tell her heart was beating as fast as mine. All the other thoughts came flooding back though, all the rest of the world that normally fell away. She noticed the way my face slowly fell. “But…what about your parents? And all of your plans-” “That doesn’t matter,” I lied, because of course that all mattered. But not right now. Right now, all that mattered was this girl, this moment, this kiss. “Just…kiss me again.” It comes out sounding more like a command than I mean it to, but I can’t help it, I’m not good at being gentle and tender like her. A smile tugs at her lips again, and I could see she’d been longing to return to that moment again as well. “Okay.”
