#vertin and Schneider will be the death of me

[carrotcouple]

In a world where time is consumed like a feast at the table and gone within seconds, Vertin is the only constant.

She travels through tomorrows, yesterdays and eternities. The world bleeds time like watercolor on a canvas.

She is the ink that gives it shape.

She likes to think she has her constants. Like Regulus. She has to think that way, or time will consume her. She's not ready to lose her mind yet.

And yet as time drips through the gaps between her fingers, there is a real constant.

One with curly black hair.

She smells like oranges, smiles like she knows a secret no one else does, holds a gun like it's her only friend.

Sometimes Vertin meets her when she's just a child, running around barefoot with oranges held in her skirt. Sometimes Vertin holds her bleeding in her arms, red pulsing out of the gaping flesh pressed against her fingers. Sometimes Vertin tucks Celosia flowers into her curls and doesn't say a word as she smiles in the sun.

"Don't forget me, my Lord,"

A one sided promise.

Vertin is cursed to remember her always.

She lies in her empty suitcase, thinking of the people who try to be her constants and remembers the girl who left even though she became her only constant.

It pours. Raindrops rush towards the sky as the world smudges out of focus in a myriad of colors.

Vertin quietly watches time go from within her suitcase, a red feather in her hand.