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“sua!”
mizi basically leaps into sua’s arms, her embrace strong enough to knock sua off the ground. mizi laughs, her frayed pink hair — the flowy ends of it shifting into a mystic blue, sticks to the side of her neck. sua lets out a light giggle — covering her mouth as she does, but something seems different, she seems far away, like her mind is somewhere out of this world entirely. mizi decides to brush it off, could be nervousness, after all, the two of them are going to be on a stage in 5 minutes or so. she almost sees shine mirrored in sua, the same tense lightweight expression as shine whispered “well go on then.” as mizi entered the prep room. it’s interesting, mizi was always an onlooker of alien stage since she was small, her and sua always marvelling in awe at each harmonious note delivered by breathtaking voices, the instillment of beauty echoing around the facade that is anakt garden.
but now, her arms wrapped around sua, them both laughing like small children on the floor, she can’t even imagine what being on that stage is like, standing in almost solidarity, a blank beacon in a sea of entranced aliens and artificial luminescent radiance. sua looks nothing short of godly, mizi is elated that they actually went through with the plan of swapping dresses, because the poofy pleats of the porcelain ribbon dress seems like it was moulded just for her, pale skin beaming with mystic glow, ebony bob beholding a halo of iridescent light under each neon sign. sua’s glossed peach lips curl into a small smile. the pearlescent headband adorning her head glistens under the lights, reflecting a different spectrum of vivid colour with each pearl. sua looks divine, almost like a god.
my god, my universe.
mizi doesn’t hesitate as the alien’s pull her off sua, but a deepening melancholic stirs inside her as they bat glittering powder on her face and slick a wad of hot pink lipgloss onto her, her green eyes highlighted by the creamy blush applied onto her cheekbones. mizi watches the alien’ depart as they finish combing through her matted pink poof on top of her heads leaving her and sua alone in the room, the two of them standing in solidarity.
sua stares up at the clock, her facial expression unreadable as her pretty, slender, dainty fingers lightly brush against the hem of her gown.
eight minutes and seven seconds until the beginning of the round, 8:07.
mizi laughs lightly, her hands adjusting to the texture of her sleek black dress, navy mesh casting a rough yet gentle canopy over her collarbone. her fingers run down the pristine lyric sheet on the vanity, my clematis, as they renditioned together all those years ago, when they were just one of the many caged doves floating around in small white garments, roaming aimlessly amongst anakt until their guardians would be benevolent enough to grace them with the gift of alien stage.
clematis, small, tiny yet intricate flowers — one of the few flowers they’d find in anakt. crisp white flowers, freckles of pink drizzled as you near closer and closer to the centre, mizi almost sees the image of sua in the bud of each of those flowers. mizi walks up to sua, gently combing her black bob before placing a small peck on her lips. the kiss is short, yet passionate and sweet, it tastes like home.
even after such a sweet moment, a blank, empty look is still casted in sua’s eyes, glistening purple eyes that once beamed with a vehement shade of brilliant vibrancy just seems so hollow now. somethings wrong.
“sua…?” mizi asks cautiously, brushing against the side of sua’s arm. “what’s wrong?”
“oh? nothing mizi, it’s fine… just, nervous…” sua reassures, lightly kissing mizi on her cheek, a fervent crimson rising up her neck at the gesture. sua’s once dulcet, breathy voice fights to avoid trembling.
“hm, about what? it’ll be fine.”
“mizi. what do you think happens after death?” sua queries, avoiding mizi’s gaze like her life depends on it.
“eh? out of nowhere question much?”
sua just blushes lightly.
“well, a long time ago, mankind believed in god and had religions, and they believed that after death, so long as you were a good willed person and acted in the name of god, you would ascend to heaven, and return to god, so i suppose, as a human, i must say we will return to god.” mizi answers vibrantly. “but, i guess when i die, i will return to you, my god.”
sua laughs before returning the kiss, but her eyes still remain empty.
“i think that’s an ending i can live by.” sua says through a weak smile.