noisee: Because, not speaking as a crazy fangirl in love with a fictional character (not denying anything either, but that's another story), but speaking as a romantic, Solomon deserved more, and this is all I can give him.
Dead-End Waltz
It's… cold. There. Above my heart, it's cold. Like I'm carrying ice within my chest, liquid nitrogen injected straight into my veins. It feels like… death. No rotting, no decay, nothing. Just the lack of life and any possibility.
By consequence, everything not cold is hot. Sweltering. I'm cooking within my skin, I'm calling upon the heat of battle to fight off the frigid fingers of death and I'm losing.
It hurts. Everywhere else, it hurts. I'm losing and I can't, not yet, not until I've granted her wish, not until I've made her smile, not yet. I have to kill—
Di… va, you must kill Diva
Even now, it's difficult, even now, after I have renounced and been renounced, after I have proven time and again that it's Saya I want to protect, Saya I want to live with, Diva I want to smile—
no it's Saya you must help Saya
It's cold. It's so cold, and Brother Amshel is here, Brother Amshel, servant of Diva, he's as close as I'm going to get I can feel it, at least I can kill you.
For Saya. Everything for Saya. Everything for…
I can't. I can't it's cold can't feel it so cold it's- oh, oh, no it hurts, it hurts it's cold I must Saya I'm losing but Diva I'm losing I don't want to I can't, not yet, I have to help her she's so tired just this one Brother Amshel just this I must it's so cold now it's just cold there's no more fire there's no more it's cold—
She's in my arms at last, and we're dancing again, just like the night when we weren't enemies. All we are is this, the warmth of a song playing for our feet, the promise of a maybe something more; it's just Saya and me. Just Saya and me and she's smiling, such a lovely smile, my heart swells and
And it hurts so much it's gone and it hurts right there I can't feel except there it hurts no it's cold I'm sorry Saya