Disclaimer: ::sigh:: Sadly, Hotohori-sama does not belong to me…honestly,
do I * look * rich to you? ^^;
Author's Note: I came up with this at 1 AM about a week ago…just a little tribute to Hotohori-sama. ^_~ And in regard to the title…hai, it's based on the Weiss Kreuz song. I thought it would suit our beautiful emperor of Konan, ne? (Not to mention Koyasu-san himself does vocals in it ^^;) Well, enjoy. ^_^
How beautiful the night is...sparkling diamonds illuminating an endless sea of black, the only sound the soft whisper of the wind. This is the only time I am truly free; alone to my thoughts, my sorrows, this deep emptiness that embraces my heart like a loved one, but causes me to quiver at its touch. Only now is my life, my heartbeat, at the mercy of another; the mercy of the heavens, which have resigned me to this fate, this cruel destiny.
The cool wind caresses my silken robes and the flesh beneath them as it murmurs her name to me, and although I try to grasp it, it is no more palpable than these half-visions. Suzaku no Miko...perhaps the only thing that keeps me from retreating into the darkness, that keeps me from the cold depths of reality. I can almost taste her name on my lips, almost feel her warm embrace...but until the day she arrives, until the day she loves me, I must be content...
With my beautiful alone…
Author's Note: I came up with this at 1 AM about a week ago…just a little tribute to Hotohori-sama. ^_~ And in regard to the title…hai, it's based on the Weiss Kreuz song. I thought it would suit our beautiful emperor of Konan, ne? (Not to mention Koyasu-san himself does vocals in it ^^;) Well, enjoy. ^_^
How beautiful the night is...sparkling diamonds illuminating an endless sea of black, the only sound the soft whisper of the wind. This is the only time I am truly free; alone to my thoughts, my sorrows, this deep emptiness that embraces my heart like a loved one, but causes me to quiver at its touch. Only now is my life, my heartbeat, at the mercy of another; the mercy of the heavens, which have resigned me to this fate, this cruel destiny.
The cool wind caresses my silken robes and the flesh beneath them as it murmurs her name to me, and although I try to grasp it, it is no more palpable than these half-visions. Suzaku no Miko...perhaps the only thing that keeps me from retreating into the darkness, that keeps me from the cold depths of reality. I can almost taste her name on my lips, almost feel her warm embrace...but until the day she arrives, until the day she loves me, I must be content...
With my beautiful alone…