Title: Limerance
Words: 285
Warnings: Spoilers for the anime Blood-C and its sequel, Blood-C: The Last Dark.
Notes: I've had this idea in my head for a while now. And then I stumbled upon this lovely word, limerance, and realized how perfect it was for this concept.
Disclaimer: I don't own Blood-C.
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There's a saying. How does it go?
Well, that's beside the point, he thinks, as he takes a sip of his coffee. His shirt is crisp and clean and white, just like mother always wanted it. But there's a stain on it now, a bloom of red (a dragon), and he likens it to the contrast of blood and snow.
He'll be able to meet her soon. Fumito knows it, he can feel it. Saya is near, tailing him, just as she always has. He isn't planning on running anywhere either, this time.
He wonders if he knows because of the blood of the furikimono, the deviation inside him that twists him into something more like her. If there is anything he wants more than her, it is to be closer to her in mind and body – a lovely consummation of science and medicine, his penultimate desire. She's running out of food, after all, and if he can provide her with sustenance, perhaps he can be with her always.
It wasn't really his intention to hurt her, after all. The whole village was merely a bet – a simple bet between two players, a winner and a loser. That she won is just a piece of the puzzle.
The most important thing is that she has come back. She is back, and he can take her and make her his. He just needs to nudge his hapless cousin in the right direction, and fate will align the rest of the stars. She was always his, after all – isn't that how the saying goes?
There is no need for proof when it is written in blood. He has always loved her, and she will love him, too.