romanticide
naminé & axel
( ghost tango )
disclaimer: I do not own kingdom hearts.
She is consumed and torn between the two.
Every kiss sends her heart ablaze. Every pen stroke sends shivers down her spine.
She can feel his spindly fingers trail down her skin. She can feel her own fingers flit across the paper edge.
Love is selfish. Love is unkind.
Paper or fire? That is the question.
And it does not bind these two together.
He loves her, in smouldering embers; she loves paper, in cool tranquillity.
Butterfly kisses trail down her neck, nimble fingers trace a blank canvas.
It is not meant to be.
In his rage, his greed to have her, be burns her paper palace; scorching her love with black ash. Tears that fall down her cheek dry in the heat of his passion.
He burns down her sanctum; he burns down her soul.
Via the name of love, warm flesh becomes paper bone.
And the fire dies once more.