prompt: red I blue - title: tearing through the pages and the ink
A part of you really thinks Jesse might be the love of your life. It’s the part of you that’s still thirteen, still clinging to the ripped books that you hid under your pillow, because you didn’t wanted anyone – especially Genji – to know that you read fairytales and hero stories, knights in shining armor, because it seemed dumb to you, dumb and childish. You figure, not many years later, that the stories are lies and castles in the sky, being torn apart by dragons that don’t exist, far too distant for you to reach.
You are an assassin, and assassins don’t get saved by knights, they kill the princess the knight is trying to rescue.
But your second chance for a fairytale has brown eyes and sunburnt, freckled skin and enough annoying habits to be a trainwreck. Everything else does turn into a trainwreck pretty fast, but that’s what you try to hold onto – you have Jesse, even if it’s secret, it’s the best secret you ever had, and you’ve had lots of them, because you were lying when you told your father that you don’t know where Genji is, while knowing perfectly well he’s downtown, drinking, flirting.