The pray was in the kitchen. Cleaning pots and pans; darkness loved to watch her work them, her fingers sliding beneath the water's surface, stroking the smooth metal with her course brush, cleaning their dirty skin until they could be eaten out of. She'd never noticed how wonderful it could be before, seeing someone slid a hot hose across a piece of iron before.
"If you keep staring at me all creepy like, I'm going to have to kill you with a frying pan, hun." Meg didn't turn around. "Who was at the door anyway?"
"My sister," she whispered; her voice was soft and slithering, taunting. It whispered of the darkness. But Darkness's wife still didn't turn around.
"You have a sister?" Meg glanced over her shoulder at last, and paused, glancing over her other. Her view shifted over the woman in the darkness, completely missing the pale face smiling at her from the dark. Sharp teeth made the woman's grin as she gently unlaced the cloth holding her breasts in check, letting them slip out a little. "Where are you, hun?"
"Here," Darkness whispered, creeping forward. The light blinded her, but she pretended otherwise, stepping another forward as the woman's eyes turned towards her chest. She took another step, the loose cloth slipping free a little, catching on the nipples. Another step jostled it, her hips swaying lightly as she moved, her pigtails drailing down her body as the shadows followed behind her.
A spoon pressed beneath her breasts, curling the cloth inward around them. "Where the hell did you get those honkers?" her wife demanded, raising an eyebrow. "I seem to remember a male at the opening ceremony, you know."
"But you're not surprised to find a girl," she whispered; it wasn't a question. Her transformation was new in a way, but in some it had always been; that was the nature of magic and stories. She had been male, but she had never truly been.
The spoon pressed further into her chest. "I'm surprised you think you can creep into my kitchen talking in that damn weird voice. What the heck are you doing?"
"Awakening my sister," the darkness whispered. She took a step forward, slowly and languidly, flashing her stocking in the light. Meg's eyebrow was raised with a light amusement. Her wife's hand smacked out with a metal spoon on Darkness's head. "You are being a very bad and worrisome girl."
Darkness smiled, her hair curling around the instrument of pain. Her hands stretched out around her wife, ignoring the slam of a pan, the sharp jab of a fork, and the repeated yells of "let go of me, you dork!" Her hands closed around Meg's waist, yanking the woman against her skin as the material of her dress wrapped around them both.
"Sister of my flesh," she whispered. "Twin of my desire; sister of darkness; lover of the fire."
"God, now you're talking in poetry," Meg muttered, jerking a little. The woman's breasts bounced perkily against Darkness's, their bodies crushed together by the fabric, the spoon between them sliding to the floor. It was the last piece of wood that would be allowed in their world, Darkness decided. Sisters needed no one but each other.
"Free yourself, sister," she whispered, her laces sliding across her wife's clothes, wiggling against the skin. "Free yourself of your disguise; free yourself of what seemed to be but never was, and reveal what seems new yet has always been."
"Is this an artist thing?" Meg demanded, wiggling a little; it felt good. "Because I have no… idea… what you're… talking about!" The woman jerked back and forth, pressing against the cloth and rebounding backward, stretching but never ripping.
The darkness smiled at the attempts, running a finger across her wife's lips, running a hand against the woman's bottom, and pressing her lips lightly over the girl's nose. Her sharpened teeth nibbled affectionately on the flesh as the needle tipped strings pierced the flesh, bleaching the color from Meg's skin as the outer surface began to fall away, a smaller face peeking out from mature surface of meg's as her sister's disguise fell apart.
Star's skin seemed to be shining in the light, almost, her pale flesh freeing itself from the crumbled surface of the woman. Her eyes were a solid blue when she blinked, the pupil slowly settling in as she smiled with jagged teeth. Her fingernails stretched, the long nails tearing the flesh from her breasts to free the confined beings within, the firm flesh pressing against the blossoming dress of ruffled red. They were a little bigger than before, though still smaller than Darkness's, as befitted a younger sister. She smiled at Star as the girl flashed her red stripped stockings and panties to the world, taking a moment to revel in her rediscovered form.
"I am the darkness," the dark Loli whispered to her sister.
"And I am the star," the red one whispered back.
"Our sister's night sky," Darkness smiled, gesturing to where Milda would be waiting outside.
Star sighed. "This rhyme goes to far…"