Friend and Lover
By Take (8/9/98)
I watch him as he walks, hidden in the branches above. Does he know that I watch? Probably. There is little that he is not aware of.
He knows me like no other; not the lord I have sworn to serve, nor the sister I had thought forever lost. Somehow, he has stolen what I had believed to be made of stone. My heart.
Strange; there was a time when I would have shied – no, run – away from what he offers me. Now, it is as essential to me as the Dark Fire that runs through my veins. He is my guiding star; the single ray of light in the darkness I exist in. My hopes. My dreams.
He smiles at acquaintances politely; I wonder if any can sense that it is only a mask…the real Kurama is wild and untamed. He is, and always will be, the youko who needed to be free, to choose his own destiny. No matter what guise he is in. He will be bound of his own free will, and nothing more.
Perhaps that is what surprised me the most; his willingness to bind himself to me. Even now, I am amazed that I, of all people, could inspire such emotion in another.
How many nights did I lie awake, wishing, never guessing that he felt the same? So much time lost, because I was too afraid to see what was in sight; his love, unconditional and all-encompassing.
I hop down from my perch to walk beside him; he greets me with a nod. We have never needed words to communicate; we have always known what the other was thinking, even when we were just friends.
He takes my hand as we walk, heading for home. I allow this touch from no other. Kurama, my red and silver thief. My friend and lover.
~Owari~
By Take (8/9/98)
I watch him as he walks, hidden in the branches above. Does he know that I watch? Probably. There is little that he is not aware of.
He knows me like no other; not the lord I have sworn to serve, nor the sister I had thought forever lost. Somehow, he has stolen what I had believed to be made of stone. My heart.
Strange; there was a time when I would have shied – no, run – away from what he offers me. Now, it is as essential to me as the Dark Fire that runs through my veins. He is my guiding star; the single ray of light in the darkness I exist in. My hopes. My dreams.
He smiles at acquaintances politely; I wonder if any can sense that it is only a mask…the real Kurama is wild and untamed. He is, and always will be, the youko who needed to be free, to choose his own destiny. No matter what guise he is in. He will be bound of his own free will, and nothing more.
Perhaps that is what surprised me the most; his willingness to bind himself to me. Even now, I am amazed that I, of all people, could inspire such emotion in another.
How many nights did I lie awake, wishing, never guessing that he felt the same? So much time lost, because I was too afraid to see what was in sight; his love, unconditional and all-encompassing.
I hop down from my perch to walk beside him; he greets me with a nod. We have never needed words to communicate; we have always known what the other was thinking, even when we were just friends.
He takes my hand as we walk, heading for home. I allow this touch from no other. Kurama, my red and silver thief. My friend and lover.
~Owari~