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Happy Birthday Molly- IcyBloom

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     After another average, uneventful day at work, Icy comes home to her empty room.  Not much to do tonight.  No trouble.  No fun.  She's sick of making an honest living, and no longer has a reason to.  She misses her reason.
     "Oh, are you thinking about me?" an innocent voice asks.  Icy starts as Bloom sits next to her on her bed.
     "...How did you get in here?"
     "I've always been gifted, remember?"
     Icy remembers.  Bloom's snuck into her room plenty of times, after all, for a variety of reasons.
     "This place doesn't suit you.  Let's go out."
     "Let's not."
     Bloom stretches out on Icy's bed.  "Okay, let's not.  Let's talk."
     Icy stands up, looking down at the other woman.  "I've heard everything you have to say."
     "I've heard everything you have to say too.  I want to hear it again.  Go ahead and tell me again to come back to the side of good.  I bet this time you'll convince me."
     "I've given up on you."  She hasn't; not entirely.
     "Come on, I changed for you once.  I can change again," Bloom taunts, and Icy becomes angry.  Though it was through the older girl that Bloom had become interested in darker magics, it certainly hadn't been for Icy that she'd taken up the cause of the latest hedonistic, narcissistic would-be world ruler.  By that time, Icy had already reformed.  For Bloom.  She'd left Icy as well as all her old friends.  But sometimes she comes back.
     "Of course, you can change too," Bloom adds, sitting up and taking Icy's hands, rubbing her thumbs over the taller woman's palms.
     Icy knows that.  She's tempted every day.  "I'm not going to."
     "I want you to."  Bloom slides her hands up Icy's arms.  Icy catches her by the wrists.  "You want to."
     "Just leave."
     "Not yet."  Bloom stands up and presses her lips against Icy's.  Icy steps back.  "You didn't think I came here just to recruit you, did you?"
     Icy's not in the mood to resist this part.  She touches Bloom very carefully.  She can't kiss her lips; Bloom could poison her.  She can't rest; Bloom could take her prisoner.  She can't look into her eyes.
     Icy had been cruel and opportunistic when they first met, and Bloom had been innocent and kind.  For whatever reason, the redhead had gotten on her nerves or under her skin so much that the witch had begun to obsess over her, and gradually they'd rubbed off on each other.  It was painfully obvious now that all along she'd seen something in Bloom that she envied, desired, feared.  They'd been yin and yang, opposite ends of the spectrum.  They'd complemented each other.  In retrospect, it was almost inevitable that when Icy had come over to Bloom's side, Bloom had left for Icy's.
     It still doesn't seem fair.
     Icy notices that Bloom thoughtfully closes the door behind her when she leaves.  She convinces herself that it's only a matter of time until Bloom is back to who she's meant to be.  It's harder for the witch to convince herself she'll still be here.
first fic/let i've finished, let alone gotten online, in, like, years. While i've cut back on ellipses, it seems i'm still enamored of the semicolon. i wrote, not typed, this this morning (in PEN, even!) and typed it up on dA. for Molly, on accounta she likes this couple, and to thank her for her loyal friendship. i was gonna write a Peter/Cornelia too, but that'll be late. sorry!
suggested background music: Almost Lover, Turpentine, or My Favorite Mistake.
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mollysugar's avatar
:O ouu, I loveit!!!!! *Tackles*

So depressing. :( I love what you've done here. You see so many Icy-Goes-Good and Bloom-Goes-Evil renditions, but never one where the two com-pliment each other like this. Makes sense, really.

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