Pairing: PhanLumi
.:Meeting Line:.
He was like a raven, the mask dark blue and black, almost as if made of many raven feathers, shimmering white against the light, pitch black in the darkness. He was almost impossible to see, his speed inhumanly high. His violet eyes gleamed with laughter at the mention of 'trouble', knowing he was mainly the root cause of it.
How could he? He may mask himself as part of the force of the light, but he'll remain black to me. He will always be a thief, stealing things that isn't his, blazing a single trail of broken hearts, harbouring one of his own inside.
I know that he has been through many difficult things. I know that he fell in love with Aria... I know that he probably wouldn't want to let her go that easily.
I harbour a broken heart of my own, inside me... losing my mother, however makeshift, has been hard on me. I wanted revenge, and I got it - for payment of a dark spirit, hiding inside me, using me as a shield, always beating me down whenever I felt in control.
It would always escape when I didn't want it to. I don't want to harm him - I know the reasons he had in joining us - in joining the circle of Heroes. He was the closing piece. Without him, the reputation would have fallen to pieces.
I admit that he wasn't the best hero, but he had tried for love. He had tried so hard, and I had tried so hard. We tried to get revenge. But revenge did not end well when used as an excuse.
We failed in sealing up the Black Mage. We have a second chance in return of the loss of our gathered powers and Freud's life. It was unfair to drag Aran and Mercedes into the hopeless draining of powers. We still have our broken hearts - we still have the urge for revenge - we both still have broken spirits filled with darkness.
I used to be a figment of light. Used to. Not being pure anymore simply frightened me, knowing I could easily lose control of myself at any time. I could easily wind up killing him.
But I want to be the one to heal his heart, and him to heal mine.
Maybe he is more than just black to me. Maybe he isn't black, or white, but just gray.
But there will be no meeting line between black and white for me.