Disclaimer: Belongs to Katsura Hoshino, who happily killed off some of my favourite characters glares
Linali is light. She was like the sun, she was warmth, she was one of those princesses in the fairy tales(called so for a reason). For all her ivory beauty, clad in the somberness of the Black Order's uniform, she only shone all the more brightly, bringing respite to the battered, weary Order.
With Linali, it was sweet whispered nothings, candy coated words, carelessly tossed promises under the pastel blue sky, kisses stolen in the meadows and clandestine meetings in the corridors. He was her protector, her knight in shining armour(though she needed none), he was a piece of the world, her world. Her world where there are no shadows, no death, no chaos, no pain and grief and shattered dreams. They shared a piece of the same sky, lounging on the grass under the warmth of the sun(the light which dies in their world), and with intertwined fingers, promised everlasting love(and was it not that which she always sought from everyone?).
With Linali, it was security, and promises that were meant to be kept(but how can anything be but broken nowadays?), and responsibility.
Kanda is night. He is twilight, the endless black void, still and silent without the twinkling of the stars. He emanates icy-coldness, the unfeeling sliver glance of the moon. Clothed in the solemn Black Order's coat, the stark paleness glimmers faintly, like mercurial moonlight.
Kanda was cold. He was stone, he was unfeeling, he was what is left after a cliff has been repeatedly hammered by hurricanes. With Kanda, it was always hot impassioned whispers(send shivers down his neck), hoarse growls of 'this means nothing, Walker.', and falling, falling into nothingness without a care in the world. And he hated him, he hated them, and yet(Kanda…!), in the deepest hour of the night, when the sun herself has retired and all else lost in uneasy sleep, he seeks him out. They shared nothing but their anger, their disappointments, and their burning, inflamed, overwhelming passion. Under the cover of the cloudless sky, when the clock strikes thirteen, it is them, all tangled up in sheets and emotions and barely muffled cries(KANDA!…shut..up, Walker.) They walked together in the shadows (inevitable in light), they saw the same things(the sorrow, the bitterness, the longing) and each loathed the other for his guts. They met in harsh reality, kisses were but plundering of mouths with insane desire after being slammed against roughly hewn stone walls. They romped in bleak, desolate landscape, clashed in the most obscure alleys, and never once was there tenderness, nor care, and never love.
With Kanda, it was just the way the world was- real, unrelenting, imperfect-, it was the ultimate gray area which neither dared to tread in normally. With Kanda, Allen could put down the burdens(ever-present, always increasing) that plagued his life, and just fall. With Kanda, Allen could continue walking forward, never faltering(never stop walking till the day you die), and not alone. Because when Allen looks into his eyes(those stunning, sharp ivory eyes), he knows that he knows, and that was good enough for this world.
Linali was enduring light. Kanda was eternal night.
Allen walks in both.
Shoot me. No, serious, i can take critiques very well. I LIKE critiques. I want to know how I can improve, and also, have a quiet chuckle over different people's perspectives(I mean, at least insult me in PROPER english) if it's really REALLY bad, kindly point out where I went wrong, instead of just saying I sucked or something. much too vague, you know..