Title: Forever and Ever, Amen
Author: MistressKitty G+; Category: Angst
Summary: Short symbolic vignette. Rogue wakes up.
Notes: To Whiteshadow and Lo for the betas. Archive with permission. Characters aren't mine. For those unfamiliar when the word 'amen' it is usually said to show strong agreement or at the close of a prayer. It means roughly "may it be so" or "what god wills should happen, I agree."
"I'm interesting
You think I'm interesting
Like the Apocalypse." – Sam Phillips "Soul Eclipse"
I'm a dense, black hole, always drawing in, drawing near. But I'm alone, never really getting closer to my goal, because once they get close it's too late. My goal is destroyed. By me.
There are no stars in my sky, no sun to my moon.
You orbit me, skirting on the brink of disaster, my satellite.
Walking in circles around me, shrouded in black. My own blackness burns. Unforgiving, merciless, hateful, I shade you from my skin.
You can't get too close, you can't get too far; or else you'll be gone forever, inside of me.
It burns like fire, little moon. You are so young and I am eternal. I am forever and ever, amen.
You've found a way to touch me with no touch in sight. Intangible.
When you touch my eternity, you make it seem shorter. I wish it would end. When you touch my hair, it seems to shine. Snow white and dark chocolate. You touch my cloak and it becomes a loving hug and not a forever separation.
Black holes can't be touched. There is nothing to be touched, there is nothing.
No yesterday, tomorrow, love, hate. Only the forever and ever, amen.
When you whisper the stars in my ear, my world fills with the light of the sun. It all comes from you, my reflector of good and true.
But the reflector isn't good and true itself; you're just a little moon, my satellite. Revolving in your orbit around a gaping black hole. You gape in awe at its power.
There is no tomorrow. No today. No yesterday. No love. No hate.
Only the hole and the satellite forever and ever, amen.
-x-
The moon is awake and grumbling that he needs a shave. He flashes his shiny metal and grimaces. Satellites can be sharp in their roundness. The sun is far from sight.
The black hole is still silent; you cannot come near this early. She's just getting revved up for the day, and to her night-dried skin, a little metal moon sounds like a good breakfast.
The black hole swirls around herself, picking through the nothing to find the nothing that belongs to her. Blind eyes know their way.
The metal of her satellite is slicing through her shroud and she bursts free. Nowhere and everywhere at once. Suddenly, there is so much of her that she needs the space of the whole room.
And she smiles, and she laughs, because he's frightened away everyone else in her head. And who needs skin when you have you and me.
Forever and ever.
Amen.
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