Hey, remember when I actually wrote stuff? Yeah, it was a long time ago. I just kinda did this on a whim last night. I know it's a total rarepair, but these two could really be so great together. But anyway.
Eternity
He had a brother, she had a son. They had a sister. But they didn't have each other.
She was an amazing woman, and she didn't even know it. She was modest; she just did what she thought was right. But that's what separated her from the others. She was compassionate and thoughtful.
He was so strong, stronger than she ever thought she could be, yet he thought of himself as nothing but dirt. He defied those who have wronged him and others, stood up for what he believed in. He was fierce and clever.
She didn't see how much she meant to him.
And he in didn't see how much he meant to her.
It hurt to be around each other. They had such strong feelings, but no way to express them. They didn't know how the other felt. And in the midst of aiding a revolutionary leader, one could not simply confess such a thing, if it risked complications. But they also made each other happy, brought a smile to their lips. It was painful pleasure; bittersweet.
Then they were captured. They were tortured. The revolution was coming to a close.
They barely hung onto life, forced to watch each other's pain. They were in agony, their bodies and minds screaming, yet they weren't blessed with death. For a second, just a little moment, their eyes met, their shackled hands intertwined. Yellow blood mixed with jade. And in that small light among the vast darkness, they knew. They both knew. And they were happy. But it ended when strong, clawed hands tore them apart.
The execution followed. He lost a brother, she lost a son. They both lost a sister. They lost each other. All that remained were aching hearts, and dried bloodstains on bruised hands.
His natural power was cruelly harnessed; she was little more than an object of pleasure. Rumor has it that their masters may have felt more for them than they would admit. But they thought only of each other, of their broken family that was once so happy.
It was a disgrace that she, the great mother, died because of one man's burning jealously. But it was release. Her chains snapped. And now her family was almost complete again. She had a son, she had a sister. But they didn't have each other.
They had to sit back and watch as he was used. They could do nothing but pray to whatever force there was that he would soon be released, whisper loving words into his ears. His queen kept him in a firm grasp that would not go slack.
So they waited. They all waited, counting down the days, perigees, sweeps, to all meet again on the other side. And then the monster of the deep spoke Glub.
His chains finally snapped. His long, long life of pain and suffering came to an end. The ancient doors of death opened to him, to reveal her. Reveal them all.
There were no words to be uttered. They just held each other in their arms, their lips briefly meeting. And they simply stood there, clinging to each other as if their existence depended on it. One joined the embrace, then the other.
He had a brother, she had a son. They had a sister. They had each other.
And they were spending eternity together.
