Sorry if this one's a little choppy. I'm multi-tasking; talking to a friend and typing the fic. Based on The Birthday Massacre's Blue.

Plastic blue invitations in my room. I've been waiting here for you.

It was a twisted game she that she so longed to play. Like bringing Alice down the rabbit hole. A twisted game indeed.

She didn't even know why she wanted to play it. But she'd been waiting for so long.

The cards already shuffled and stacked.

Reservations made for two.
Sunlight fading.

It would be just the two of them...

Icy and Bloom.

A sick twisted game. One that Bloom couldn't win. Couldn't even dream of winning.

No one beats Icy at her own game.


Black tongues speak faster than the car can crash. Ты supply the rumors and I'll provide the wrath.

She would whisper in the fairy's ear, telling her exactly what she wanted to hear.

She'd tell her of her past, a false past. Feed her hope that she could fix the damage done by the ancestral witches.

And then she'd crush those hopes. Crush them faster than a car can crash. And into еще pieces than any genuine car crash.

And then the dragon огонь would be all Icy's.

Romance is breaking every сердце in two.
Casting shadows in the pale shade of blue.

The first card Icy'd draw would be the romance card...

She'd either turn the silly man against Bloom.

или she'd take the man and she'd torture him...kill him if she must.

или better yet...

Plastic blue conversations in my room.
Saving every tear for you.Trusting every word untrue. Twilight fading.

The man was in her bedroom. It hadn't taken much to get him there.

A sensual smile and a purring laugh had the man crawling there himself.

She hadn't even had to resort to utilizing her...assets. An action Darcy was pron to using.

She wouldn't even hesitate to Показать off her new pet to Bloom.

Yes, she would break the fairy. Take everything from her until she was ready to give her the dragon fire.


Yes, she had Bloom's little boy toy wrapped around her finger. He bought every word Icy uttered in the candle light.

He was faded into the dark.


Fate changes faster than the death of light.
Ты provide the envy and I'll provide the spite.

And as fate would have it, Icy had her way.

Despite her claims, the dragon огонь was never truly hers. But Icy was certainly one to tamper with fate.

And she successfully changed it...

Both hers and Bloom's.

The tables had turned. It was no Bloom whose eyes feasted upon Icy with great envy...and Icy who shot a spiteful glare back.

Icy enjoyed every минута of it.

Every минута of watching Bloom suffer. Just like Icy did when she didn't have the dragon fire.


Reflections cutting every face in two.
Casting shadows in the pale shade of blue.

From that moment вперед Bloom would reside in Icy's shadow. Her pale blue shadow.