Author's Note: Eto…definitely going for a different style than I normally do here, and a bit shorter than my usual stuff. Hints of MxT. Now, see if you can guess who's POV this is from. (So hard, eh?) Hope you enjoy. ^_^
~ ::. Frozen .:: ~
And into this frozen silence……I fall…
{…a glance…}
Light reflecting, shining, illuminating, violet jewels bright with innocence, fresh with snow, pure beauty. Untainted…
A flicker.
Light…extinguished.
{…seeking…}
Shadows flit across the surface of deep heliotrope orbs. Glance away; hide the emotions, the scars etched into your past, etched into your heart, unfading…
Body unharmed.
…Soul?
{…wanting…}
Brush away auburn locks. Still look away, unwilling to face the darkness. Straining to grasp the purity, the last bit of innocence slipping steadily through curled fingers, liquid crystal ebbing as ebony flows through and mingles, drowning, drowning…
So…stop denying.
{…letmetouchyouhurtyouloveyoukillyou…}
Frozen instantly upon contact, lovely cream skin chilled, frosted, cool to the touch and delicious to taste. Strong resistance, pushing away…fear. Hatred. Still holding on to your loved ones, hating me for what I did to them, hating me for bringing them darkness, but never once caring about yourself. Wishing that they could remain untainted, as pure as you used to be…wishing those black wings would embrace, if anyone, only you, and allow the others to remain unharmed.
Ironic how your body is so perfect, and your soul so horribly shattered…
Crimson staining ivory only briefly, a slight trickle, never bringing harm, yet always a lovely contrast to the delicate, soft cream. Heat to the cold surface, warmth to ice, lust to love. Yet this metallic taste is not what I long for or desire…
The wounds inside still flow, do they not? A river, ocean of crimson in the dark, always bottled and sealed. Locked away behind walls of glass.
Perhaps my ice will shatter them?
Lips brushing, wanting, needing. Deeper. Still a resistance, but feeble now. Darkened amethysts, an opaque and frosty glaze coating and dulling startling violet. Liquid crystal trickling in tiny, ice-cold rivulets, staining and darkening perfect ivory. The first visible wound that goes unhealed…
Let me be your wings.
Cradled in darkness, the wounds remain.
You're still bleeding, my lovely…
