I should be studying considering I have an exam tomorrow (and I have not written in four years), but this wouldn't leave me alone... So enjoy :)
Inspired by a rivamika piece 'of all persisting stars' by porcelain-tales on tumblr, and an artwork '25 Lives' by Tongari. They are amazing!
Edited 6th November 2013.
Perennial
She remembers all of their lifetimes, even if he had never. The pull―their connection―was always there, unrelenting. Through lives in which she never met him, in which they were separated; she knows and remembers. Yet, nothing compares to the agony of lifetimes in which the other did not exist.
―They were happy then with the playful wind at their backs, and the simple symphony of the forest life playing in their ears―
This time she was a young girl born with hope in her heart and the ocean flowing within her veins. And the world is sick, the people are suffering. It is not the first time she is born to a dying legacy and a sick world, but this... she does not wish this life for anyone, let alone for him. She bears the pain of loneliness bravely with the hope that he is spared this.
She is shy of fifteen summers, and she found hope in gray orbs and twinkling laughter.
―A private smile between the two of them, "You've always been amazing at inspiring people," he said―
When she sees him stepping down the metal ship, her heart screams. She knows him wherever, whenever, even when no light of recognition graces his eyes. He is beautiful and strong, but he is broken, oh so broken that her heart bleeds a little more.
―Stricken, she watched as crimson rivulets trickled down across his pale face, eyes staring emptily; the blade in her hand still warm―
She knows that he has always been born to strife and loss, as she is born to bring hope. He had always persevered and she loves him all the more for it. But now, his molten embers reflect pain of a thousand lifetime.
―Warm memories of loving fingertips tracing patterns on her swollen stomach, heavy with child―
He looks at her with disdain and bitterness when she helps the world's last hope to escape, taking them further apart.
She chokes back tears and steels herself.
―This was not the first time a chasm had divided them. She remembered stolen kisses in luminescent caves, and her growing terror when he never returned to her―
The next time he allows her to gaze into molten embers unhindered, they are bitter enemies.
―"You rise with the moon. I rise with the sun."―