hannyakoma | shatter [cowt11 | week 02

Prompt: Una semplice domanda

Word count: 420
Rating: sfw
Fandom: Originale
Note: Ho letto troppi racconti villain!centric ultimamente e si vede.

A seraphic smile, tinted by an amused kind of cruelty, slipped on the woman’s lips as she stared right ahead, in the face of her friend -- fake-friend, she corrects; it has been long since she has abandoned such mundane feelings, like “needing a friend” or “befriending someone”. Everything is done for a specific purpose, no sentiments needed.

Said purpose, today, is simply showing the hopeful, always cheerful ball of sunshine that the world isn’t always going to bend to her needs and wishes. Such rights should be a given for the novel’s protagonist, because every protagonist has the favor of the author after all.

And yet, here the lovely heroine is, expression contorted by hurt and confusion alike, as her friend -- fake-friend, the villainess -- has just revealed herself to be her sworn enemy.

“Why?” the protagonist asks, a hand brought to her mouth to cover rosy, trembling lips.

The villainess grins, mirroring the past smiles her opposite had shown until little ago. “Aah, such a simple question. A clichè, really. I kinda expected more from you, you know.”

The heroine keeps silent, looking more betrayed than angry. She should feel angry, alright. After all, the villainess just showed him how much someone could take advantage of her big heart.

And the best part, still, is that the male interests, the “princes” bound to help her and love her and save her from any kind of danger thrown at her, had told the lovely creature beforehand. They warned her of the danger coming from associating with the villainess, from trusting her… and yet the protagonist didn’t listen. She even believed that she could face her opposite, change her for the better, and that they could all live together happily ever after.

Such an arrogant behavior… That, too, is a given for any protagonist.

Lips curled in a show of exaggerated empathy, the woman slips a hand under the other’s chin, lifting it up so that she wouldn’t look anywhere else. She decides to land her best blow just like so. “Take this as a favor, if you want. A warning.” she begins, her thumb casually stroking the protagonist’s skin. “This world has begun to shift its favor, sweetheart. You’re no longer the blessed one in this story.”

With that, the villainess drinks every drop of despair rolling down the protagonist’s cheeks, smiling cruelly at her shattered innocence and fearful expression.

Such a feeling… that’s the only thing she'll ever need.