Happy Pride Month everyone! This is the first part of my series, that features my oc couples assigned to a colour of the pride flag and its meaning.
Red, life, has been assigned to Sigga and Clarice.
Reason why the couple was chosen:
Clarice is doomed to die because she broke a promise she made to the Oracle, and she faces the goddess of love as a last option to save herself. The goddess tells her there is only one way to be safe: sacrifice Sigga and give a life for a life. Clarice has then to choose between dying and killing the person she loves.
Character personalities and sexualities:
Sigga, the main character of the story, is a witty energetic girl who is always in search of adventure. She always sneaks herself in trouble and has no sense of danger. She's an aroace.
Clarice is a funny and caring girl who has been in love with Sigga for years. She always knows how to cheer up the mood, she is extroverted and likes to make friends. She hates risk, is very careful and does not like going out of her comfort zone. She's pansexual.
The two are in a queerplatonic relationship.
Clarice saw the blinding flash of the lighting and flinched. After a long moment the earth shook and the sound of thunder came. She held her breath, frightened, but no one surrounding her seemed to notice.
“Clarice,” the thunder called. “Clarice, my child, you broke your oath.”
The moment later she wasn’t on the streets anymore. She was in the woods, alone, and it was dark. She knew what was happening, so she wasn’t afraid anymore.
“Yes, my lady,” she murmured, bowing her head in respect. “I broke my oath. I did it because I thought I was going to die, I did it for love. I am contrite for disappointing you, but I couldn’t but act the way I did and I do not regret it.”
“You did not disappoint me, child. I always appreciate a good old sacrifice for love. You know, every sacrifice in the name of love is a sacrifice in my name,” the thunder boomed. “But your friends want to save you. They want to go against the oath you made to me, and to make it null it you have to sacrifice something even bigger than that. A life for a life.”
“Tell me what I have to do. Tell me what I have to do to save myself, and Sigga won’t hate me. She will forgive me, perhaps, everything will get back to how it used to be. I’ll have more time. Tell me, please.”
“As I said, child, it’s very simple. You can choose, if you want it above all else you can have your life saved. But you’ll have to pay a price.”
“I will. I’ll do anything I… don’t want to die.”
“If you’ll say yes, if you’ll choose to live, it will be her to die. She’ll take your place and she will fade. The person you love the most.”
Clarice looked up to the sky in shock. She couldn’t see the goddess, no mortal could, but she wished to look at her to see her face, understand if she was serious or it was just a joke.
“No,” she said, her voice low. “It can’t be true. You can’t really ask me to do that.”
“There is no other way. A life for a life.”
It was then that Clarice hesitated. She didn’t want to die, she wanted to live. And what did she owe Sigga, who did not want her, not the way Clarice wanted her? Nothing. No one would have blamed her if she had accepted the goddess’ offer. No one. Why was she supposed to die for someone who was pissed at her, someone that had never looked at her the way she wanted to be looked at? Someone who had never loved her back the way she should have?
She could choose to live, and Sigga would have died. She was going to be upset at first, guilty, maybe even broken, but she would have got over it, eventually. Sigga wasn’t her world.
Although Sigga was a part of her. Her closest friend, her mate, her partner, a piece of her heart. Sigga was witty, smart, brave, kind. She did not deserve to die. Her death would have broken her heart. Because she loved her, with every part of her, and because she cared about her.
She couldn’t let her die, to save herself no less. Sigga had ambitions, she had dreams, dreams that she was going to make true. She was going to travel, she was going to see the world. Clarice was no one to take it from her.
She was Sigga, the most lively person she knew, an energy bomb, an irresistible joy. She could not die.
“I refuse your offer,” she said, her heart on her throat. “I can’t accept, I can’t.”
“Are you sure, child? If you really refuse it, in the span of a few months you’ll die.”
“I am sure. I refuse your offer.”
“So be it,” the wind murmured, then everything went black.
