Darkness, My Beloved
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. I do not own Lady Une. I do not own Treize, nor do I own Miliardo/Zechs or Noin (one last or…..or Jewel). However, I do own figments of eccentric imagery (which I have right below this cursed disclaimer). Proceed
Prologue
The warm glass met her skin with a light touch of assurance. At last, she was relieved of the coercing of her lying smiles. This was her utopian world of utter bliss; her sanctuary. It was a freedom she was certain no one else had attained.
Averting her blood-shocked eyes down to the self created wound of her own insecurity, she plunged the cool metal in further. The sweet cruelty of the bitter pain bled through her pores, and flooded into her veins…pulsing in low thumps with her shaken heart of frailty.
"Treize", she barely gasped, her voice following the low cadences beneath her skin. Thrusting her head back, she savored the golden moments of genuine pain as the fresh scent of her own blood ripened the vapid solitude of claret. The irresistable aromatic perfume of the liquid filled her nostrils, and she licked her lips with intimations of desire and vulnerablitiy lurking within her. There was no more holding back. Her savior was to come to her.
With a swift movement of no return, she lifted the glass and drank its content hungrily as a famished child of skin and bones. The rich, velvety taste of metallic gore pounded onto her tongue, laced with the faint tracings of luscious claret. There was nothing more she needed than the exhiliration of just that…she was in Utopia. The sillhouettes of his excellency padded her mind securely. His excellency Treize Kushranada….she was with her love. That was all she needed.
Lady Une smiled with satsifaction as she thrust her glass against her bedroom wall. "Forever…", she whispered through soft lips with quavering deprivations of sanity. "I will wait for your return"
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"The red light has been following me
But don't worry mother
It's no longer my gravity
Hold me, release me
Show me the meaning of mercy
Let me fly, let me fly, let me fly"
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. I do not own Lady Une. I do not own Treize, nor do I own Miliardo/Zechs or Noin (one last or…..or Jewel). However, I do own figments of eccentric imagery (which I have right below this cursed disclaimer). Proceed
Prologue
The warm glass met her skin with a light touch of assurance. At last, she was relieved of the coercing of her lying smiles. This was her utopian world of utter bliss; her sanctuary. It was a freedom she was certain no one else had attained.
Averting her blood-shocked eyes down to the self created wound of her own insecurity, she plunged the cool metal in further. The sweet cruelty of the bitter pain bled through her pores, and flooded into her veins…pulsing in low thumps with her shaken heart of frailty.
"Treize", she barely gasped, her voice following the low cadences beneath her skin. Thrusting her head back, she savored the golden moments of genuine pain as the fresh scent of her own blood ripened the vapid solitude of claret. The irresistable aromatic perfume of the liquid filled her nostrils, and she licked her lips with intimations of desire and vulnerablitiy lurking within her. There was no more holding back. Her savior was to come to her.
With a swift movement of no return, she lifted the glass and drank its content hungrily as a famished child of skin and bones. The rich, velvety taste of metallic gore pounded onto her tongue, laced with the faint tracings of luscious claret. There was nothing more she needed than the exhiliration of just that…she was in Utopia. The sillhouettes of his excellency padded her mind securely. His excellency Treize Kushranada….she was with her love. That was all she needed.
Lady Une smiled with satsifaction as she thrust her glass against her bedroom wall. "Forever…", she whispered through soft lips with quavering deprivations of sanity. "I will wait for your return"
^^^^^
"The red light has been following me
But don't worry mother
It's no longer my gravity
Hold me, release me
Show me the meaning of mercy
Let me fly, let me fly, let me fly"