2+1, I suppose
I don't own the bishies but we love to play
This is a very, very short POV
Tears
Did I ever mention how much I adore your tears? If only I could gather them up in a bottle. I'd bathe in them everyday. They're the purest little drops of liquid crystal that I have ever seen. When they leak out of your eyes and fall down your perfect face, I can't help but smile. I love it when you cry. The amount of joy it brings me is immeasurable.
When you wake up screaming at night, I always rush to your room to watch the tears arrive. Each and every one is so magnificent, so smooth. I don't dare try to stop them; I just wait until you exhaust your supply. I have never seen anything so beautiful.
One time, I even touched one. It gently rolled down my fingertip, leaving behind a velvety trail. When the light hit it just right, I swear I saw a miniature rainbow form. I cursed the air for drying up that sweet tear, the proof of your pain and the bane of my existence.
I want you to cry. I want you to feel anger, and sadness, and confusion. I want to see every little drop that falls out of your perfectly blue eyes, behind that stony mask. I want to see them make their mark on your face and drip down to oblivion. It's so rare for death to see a rebirth.
Every little droplet brings you one step closer to the rest of us. Each seemingly insignificant tear erodes away that icy façade you have been harboring. They show me your human. They're all part of the healing. Even the strongest man must cry.
You will never know how much I just like to watch you cry. You will never know the elation I have in watching you heal, koi.
I don't own the bishies but we love to play
This is a very, very short POV
Tears
Did I ever mention how much I adore your tears? If only I could gather them up in a bottle. I'd bathe in them everyday. They're the purest little drops of liquid crystal that I have ever seen. When they leak out of your eyes and fall down your perfect face, I can't help but smile. I love it when you cry. The amount of joy it brings me is immeasurable.
When you wake up screaming at night, I always rush to your room to watch the tears arrive. Each and every one is so magnificent, so smooth. I don't dare try to stop them; I just wait until you exhaust your supply. I have never seen anything so beautiful.
One time, I even touched one. It gently rolled down my fingertip, leaving behind a velvety trail. When the light hit it just right, I swear I saw a miniature rainbow form. I cursed the air for drying up that sweet tear, the proof of your pain and the bane of my existence.
I want you to cry. I want you to feel anger, and sadness, and confusion. I want to see every little drop that falls out of your perfectly blue eyes, behind that stony mask. I want to see them make their mark on your face and drip down to oblivion. It's so rare for death to see a rebirth.
Every little droplet brings you one step closer to the rest of us. Each seemingly insignificant tear erodes away that icy façade you have been harboring. They show me your human. They're all part of the healing. Even the strongest man must cry.
You will never know how much I just like to watch you cry. You will never know the elation I have in watching you heal, koi.