AN: This is an eleven part series of ficlets inspired by John Mayer's "Slow Dancing in a Burning Room," each one written for a different pairing.
Part One: Midoriko/Magatsuhi
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It's not a silly little moment;
It's not the storm before the calm.
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She landed lightly on her feet, the last demon in the horde falling to pieces behind her. On what she stood, she had no idea; a black void stretched for infinity in every direction. Not for the first time, she wondered if she was trapped in an edgeless oblivion or merely blind.
As soon as the thought occurred to her, a light ignited behind her. Blinking the shock from her eyes, she focused on the form encased in the light, shimmering from a light pink to a deep violet. In some moments, she swore it had a face marred by demonic markings, and in other moments she swore it served as a mirror to her own face.
"Midoriko," it growled. "Are you ready?"
She sighed and took up her fighting stance, readying her sword. "Yes, Magatsuhi. Whenever you are."
Out of common courtesy, she waited for him to reassemble himself. It would make no difference if they started the fight again in a second or in a decade: eternity still held them prisoner.
For a long pregnant moment, they stood fully intact and peaceful in front of one another. They both knew in a moment, they'd be engaged in battle once again until one of them fell. However, each of them longed for peace and granted it to the other.
Bathed in the glow of his light, she smiled and searched for his ever-fading eyes, almost comfortable in his embrace. She supposed this hell was of her own making, a home she had created – her death had been imminent, so in that moment she had torn out her own heart to hide from its weakness.
With a deep breath, she nodded to him and swung her sword.
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This is is the deep and dyin' breath of
This love that we've been workin' on.
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