PAINT IT ON THE SKY
mm, after reading KivaEmber's newly named 'Dysfunctional Camaraderie' and feeling a little...inspired, I wracked my brain for a good idea. Unfortunately, all that came up was this. Enjoy!
It's often said that protection and guardianship is another form of love. And that remained true, as long as it wasn't twisted and inverted and changed. The way he was.
His love made very little sense. As did everything else about him. Everything about him was confusing and different. His love was going to kill him.
And that only made him laugh harder.
He could paint it on an endless sky, carve it into his dying king's flesh 'I love you.' such twisted words.
What was love to him? What was protection and comfort? To him, it was constant whispers in his king's ears. just to make sure he remembered, just to make sure he knew. Just to make sure King always knew he was there. For him, just for him.
His kindness was malicious. If I hurt you, I love you. If I kill you, I adore you. If I leave you alone, I hate you. And he'd never leave him alone. No. He wanted to squeeze every breath out of his king's lungs. He wanted to rip and tear his flesh. He loved his king, more than anyone else.
His king was all he had.
And he could paint it on the sky. Over and over. He could tear it into Ichigo's soul. I adore you. I adore you. I want you. I need you. You are mine. He scratched them out on bulidings with zangetsu. I love you. I adore you. I need you. I want you. But they disappeared all the time. So he drew them again. and again and again.
Adore.
Hate.
Love.
Hate.
They all melded together until he couldn't find the difference. But he loved Ichigo. He loved king. He hated him. He wanted to rip him apart and hear him scream. I want you I want you. Please be mine. But Ichigo was never listening.
He painted it on the sky and scratched it out until it all melded together and there were no words to describe it. When I smile at you, I want to kill you. When I kill you, I adore you. When I adore you, you die. Die for me, pretty Ichigo?
He had such a twisted form of love, but it made sense to him. it made perfect sense for a being who's heart was only half there. at least he loved at all.
Won't you die? Won't you bleed for me? Pretty pretty king. Pretty pretty Ichigo.
He painted it and screamed it and forced it into king's mind. I adore you. I adore you.
He never wanted king to forget. he never wanted him to forget he was there. that he was alive. that he loved him. that it would be him who would kill him. that all these twisted feelings were in a broken and bloodied heart.
When I smile at you, I kill you. When I kill you, I adore. When I adore you, you die. I adore you. I adore you.
OWARI
ki ki ki ki. Ish is feeling rather evil. I've had a love of dolls recently. I've been writing tons of stories about them. Ki ki ki ki. Anyway. REVIEW!
