Author's Note: I rewatched Blood+ and had a nagging urge to write. Hope you like it. As always, feedback is greatly appreciated.
Amplified
During my travels alone, there was no shortage of time to contemplate, and contemplate I did. I traced ideas – anything, everything – the orbit of the planets, the ripples in a pond, the consequences of war, and the ties both built and destroyed by blood.
The repercussions of this conflict spanned decades and weighed upon my shoulders with heavy regret, but no more than they burdened her. I prayed that during her sleep, her dreams would be pleasant, void of the guilt and sorrow that had haunted her since the day the Chateau burned. But the constant feeling of incompletion threatened to devour me at times, and I marvelled at how the lack of her physical presence became near physical pain; a yearning hunger that could only be quelled by a vermilion gaze.
In between the waves of regret and nostalgia, I would distract myself with trivialities. I could contemplate the oscillation of shadows cast onto my hands for hours, and watch them fade as the sun moved away. There was no deeper trance than one that existed in a single moment; a portion of a second magnified and held constant by the longing inside of me.