Title: Wood Cross and White Mask
Writer: MydetheTurk
Countries/Pairings: Rome mentioned, Implied Turkey/Greece
Rating: T, at the most
Warning: fighting, mostly
Blood flies,
Sweat pours,
And dust gathers.
A battle they've fought for centuries –
Even before Rome fell.
Cats watch as the two dance
Around and around.
Circling each other,
Punches thrown.
A wooden cross falls,
Grazing one's face
And removing the mask.
Eyes are finally seen clearly,
Yet are still lidded.
Partially, anyway.
They dance around,
Again and again,
Fighting, yet not.
They don't know
How they got so close,
Nose to nose,
Cheek to cheek,
No longer fighting,
But still swaying.
In each other's arms.
War…
Something they're accustomed to,
Yet…
They hate it,
Hate what it does to them,
Tears them apart,
Most of the time.
Tonight, however,
The wooden cross lies down,
A single white mask on top.