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[348][Euphoria (2019), Cassie/Maddy] Capitulate
Title: Capitulate
Prompt: Art
Fandom: Euphoria (2019)
Characters/Pairing: Cassie/Maddy
Rating/Warnings: Mature/explicit, warnings for penises.
The issue with men, and subsequently Cassie’s relationships with them, is not their builds, faces, or personalities; Cassie is desperate enough to tolerate those fine. But nevertheless, there is a tiny hole in her chest, something filled by the warmth of guys who are never quite enough.
They are never adequate in the sense that they cannot fulfill anything— not make her happy, nor her need for companionship. They should be enough, big and brawny, athletic and controlling. Instead, they are just barely scrappy to make her obsessional to keep them, crawling in her own skin to maintain that normality, but just that. Even going after Nate had managed to make her feel broken and empty.
The unfortunate reality of the situation is that all the boyfriends she should adore, being so obsessional, feel like acquaintances, just friends, and even inside her, their penises fluttering like a foreign invasion, it is not quite right.
It is not like holding her hand. Hers is slender, uncalloused, pedicured, and perfectly painted with glimmering diamonds and gaudy colors; men have thicker palms, dirtied nails, and wide, flat fingers.
The boys do not smell of roses and kitchen spice and twirls, of lighter sweat, of shine and sparkles caught in her hair. In that sense, no, it is not quite right. They do not fulfill the ache in her mind, the anxiety of everything, the pressure of early womanhood, and leaving the young age behind.
But she does. Her long silk hair, bouncing like blue poms, fills her minds with the rivers of thought of admiration and something more than admiration; her golden and lean form, decadent in jewels and pure in black, strews itself across the spaces of Cassie’s consciousness.
And she is gone.
Prompt: Art
Fandom: Euphoria (2019)
Characters/Pairing: Cassie/Maddy
Rating/Warnings: Mature/explicit, warnings for penises.
The issue with men, and subsequently Cassie’s relationships with them, is not their builds, faces, or personalities; Cassie is desperate enough to tolerate those fine. But nevertheless, there is a tiny hole in her chest, something filled by the warmth of guys who are never quite enough.
They are never adequate in the sense that they cannot fulfill anything— not make her happy, nor her need for companionship. They should be enough, big and brawny, athletic and controlling. Instead, they are just barely scrappy to make her obsessional to keep them, crawling in her own skin to maintain that normality, but just that. Even going after Nate had managed to make her feel broken and empty.
The unfortunate reality of the situation is that all the boyfriends she should adore, being so obsessional, feel like acquaintances, just friends, and even inside her, their penises fluttering like a foreign invasion, it is not quite right.
It is not like holding her hand. Hers is slender, uncalloused, pedicured, and perfectly painted with glimmering diamonds and gaudy colors; men have thicker palms, dirtied nails, and wide, flat fingers.
The boys do not smell of roses and kitchen spice and twirls, of lighter sweat, of shine and sparkles caught in her hair. In that sense, no, it is not quite right. They do not fulfill the ache in her mind, the anxiety of everything, the pressure of early womanhood, and leaving the young age behind.
But she does. Her long silk hair, bouncing like blue poms, fills her minds with the rivers of thought of admiration and something more than admiration; her golden and lean form, decadent in jewels and pure in black, strews itself across the spaces of Cassie’s consciousness.
And she is gone.