"Short Fiction Numero Uno: Xellos to Lina"
~By Xellina-san~
Warnings: introspective, somewhat angsty.
I watch her as she moves, as she smiles. From the shadows, I watch how the light seems to love her, and follow her, or maybe it is only a trick of my mind. But no, she's luminous; she throws off sunlight from her eyes and her hair. It pierces me like knives, whenever she is near me. I should just go. I've told myself that a thousand times, and it is true. I can read my death in her eyes sometimes.
And yet I stay, needing to be near her even more than needing to get away. I stay, and play the fool for her, play whatever she needs me to, let her hurt me without ever even realizing what she does.
. . . Damn you, Lina Inverse! Mortals are fragile playthings, meant to be used, toyed with, then thrown away when they are broken. Why are you so different, Lina? What makes you so special, that your gaze can hold me motionless, that your face and voice haunt my dreams and my waking? Your touch can burn through the defenses of a thousand years, and make me helpless. No-one should be able to do that, Lina-chan, not to me! . . . And yet I stay with you, allowing you to abuse me as you wish, even, if it keeps you near me. I cannot stand this pain, yet agony is better than the thought of never seeing you again. Isn't that strange, pretty Lina-chan?
I told you once that I loved you. I said it in play, using a smile to mask the deeper truth. And what did you do, Lina-chan? You laughed in my face, and told me that Mazoku can't love. As though I needed to be reminded of that! . . . I laughed too, and agreed with you.
Whoever told you that Mazoku cannot love, Lina Inverse, they lied to you. I do love you. I don't know what else to call it. And one day, I will have you. No matter what or how long it takes me, I will have you, my beautiful Lina-chan, my one and only. That's a promise.
~By Xellina-san~
Warnings: introspective, somewhat angsty.
I watch her as she moves, as she smiles. From the shadows, I watch how the light seems to love her, and follow her, or maybe it is only a trick of my mind. But no, she's luminous; she throws off sunlight from her eyes and her hair. It pierces me like knives, whenever she is near me. I should just go. I've told myself that a thousand times, and it is true. I can read my death in her eyes sometimes.
And yet I stay, needing to be near her even more than needing to get away. I stay, and play the fool for her, play whatever she needs me to, let her hurt me without ever even realizing what she does.
. . . Damn you, Lina Inverse! Mortals are fragile playthings, meant to be used, toyed with, then thrown away when they are broken. Why are you so different, Lina? What makes you so special, that your gaze can hold me motionless, that your face and voice haunt my dreams and my waking? Your touch can burn through the defenses of a thousand years, and make me helpless. No-one should be able to do that, Lina-chan, not to me! . . . And yet I stay with you, allowing you to abuse me as you wish, even, if it keeps you near me. I cannot stand this pain, yet agony is better than the thought of never seeing you again. Isn't that strange, pretty Lina-chan?
I told you once that I loved you. I said it in play, using a smile to mask the deeper truth. And what did you do, Lina-chan? You laughed in my face, and told me that Mazoku can't love. As though I needed to be reminded of that! . . . I laughed too, and agreed with you.
Whoever told you that Mazoku cannot love, Lina Inverse, they lied to you. I do love you. I don't know what else to call it. And one day, I will have you. No matter what or how long it takes me, I will have you, my beautiful Lina-chan, my one and only. That's a promise.