note: sequel (kinda) to mistress of the mist's "beautiful boy".
Tears of Pain
Disclaimer : Blood is red,
bruises are blue,
I don't own final fantasy,
and neither do you
I lied, crying (or bleeding; it didn't matter which) upon the moist floor
of my vessel, my savior, my Sin'. It didn't matter if I were crying or
bleeding, for I wanted to cry, cursing his existence, yet worshipping it,
for it was the sole reason I lived, and the sole reason I died. I wanted to
bleed those beautiful, crimson tears of pain, screaming at myself, brewing
more notions of kissing the beautiful boy's life away.
She was twirling her fairy wand, giving me her Salvation', my Torture',
and his Happiness'. He hated me so, the sandy blonde, enough to banish my
soul from Spira, and my love for him. A forbidden love whose secrecy forced
it into the kiss of death, the one expression of true care within all
human's simple pleasures.
Simple pleasures, like sex, which I was beyond, needing more than physical
conjugation to please my palette. I needed deepness, complexity, and purity.
I needed love. Not the love you know, but love buried beneath our actions,
like he killing me, and me killing my father. We loved our victims enough to
give a vessel, death, away from Spira's endless spiral of doom. All caused
by humans. Impure, horrible human. Nay, not all were horrible, for he was
perfect.
My love's friends and allies stood, ready for me to rebel her sending, but
I had already accepted it. I shall meet you in the Far Plane, Tidus. I shall
soon kiss away your pain.