Those pretty, pretty eyes
Look at me. Turn those eyes onto me, violet fire and ice all at once, the eyes that enthralled me from the very first day I knew you, my sun, my love. Those eyes are to me what blood is to you; liquid life, essential and powerful and glorious.
Don't turn your eyes away. Don't look at the blood around us. That is irrelevant. The battle is done, we have survived, that is all you need to know. All those who would stand in our way are destroyed, we alone are left, and now is the time for celebration.
You turn from me? But why? So many times you have touched this body, with lust and fire, and yet at this moment I sicken you? You, who have killed, whose hands are as stained as mine? Look at me. Look at me, my sun. Here I stand, your saviour, your enemies lie dead at my feet and their blood stains us both. What more must I do to win your love? I can think of nothing. Can do nothing more. I fought with all the rage in me, all the strength. There is not even a scratch on you, so well I protected you.
But still you turn away from me.
Your cigarette's fallen onto the ground. Why are your hands shaking? Why are you angry with me? Is it because I'm speaking so freely of what I feel for you? But it's all right. No one else can hear. And you've heard these words before, heard them in your mind when you lay upon this body. All these years I've called to you; why do you look so surprised now?
Do I disgust you so badly then?
And now you flinch away from my touch on your cheek. But it's been forever since I felt my fingers on you…… Very well. I can bring you pleasure without touching your face……a kiss?
What are you murmuring? I can't hear you. Slip that robe off your shoulders, that stupid piece of paper, bare that lovely bone to my touch. A moment, while I throw away the gun. And now we are together, nothing between us, and how sweetly you shiver when my arms clasp you, how beautifully ambiguous – half fear, half pleasure, your kiss is.
But then you back away, and I let you. I'm hurt, but it's all right. You've hurt me before. Hurt me so many times, but still I come back to you, as I always will. As I already have. It's all right. I have time. I'll make you love me.
It's just the two of us. It's all so clear now. The others are gone, dead……we're together, but we'll be together forever, won't we, my sun?
Did my claws hurt you? I'm sorry. It won't happen again. I'll never hurt you, Konzen. Never. Not again. No, I love you, I would never let anything happen to you, I'll never anything in this world you hate come anywhere near you again.
But why won't you look at me with those pretty, pretty eyes?