A/N: Actually, it's really short. Don't be disappointed, and read slowly. It's more meaningful that way.
Warnings: You probably have nothing to worry about. Pairing: Hiltz/Ryss
Oh and, much thanks to my invaluable beta reader, Callisto Nicol.
Far From Content
Red Rum
Until our souls cross again…I'm no longer yours.
It's cold out, but I am more chilled by you. Taking hold of my hand, you smile. Though there's no happiness in your expression.
My hand is freezing in your icy grasp. When did you become so cold?
With a toss of bright red hair, you keep grinning wickedly. Like keeping that smile on your face causes you pain. I can't deal with the man you have become anymore. Evil. It's the ideal you embrace, and all you know now is destruction. You really have no idea, do you? But I know all about it, and I'll escape while I still can.
Hiltz, don't let it take you. Please.
We strove for what made us better temporarily. I never looked to the future if I could help it. You were the same. We only saw each other and the next secret order from Prozen. I used to be in control of chaos and battles of power were only necessary to gain rank.
It's different now.
Power means more to you than I do.
And surprisingly, I understand. I've known that gaining and possessing strength is all you care for. Your love for me is all gone. Can you tell me when it was drained?
I'll watch in awe, utter horror, as you trade your beautiful soul for a foolish thing like destroying Zi. You already destroyed us, is this what you want? You've destroyed my heart.
My longing for your touch never ceases. I have almost forgotten what it feels like to be in arms that hold, ones with warmth. I stare into your eyes, and even without my powers, I know they're empty.
No, I take that back. They're not empty. If one last shred of our passion remains, it's the emotion you long to release, all stored in your eyes. You stare back.
Don't let go! I want to cry out, but it'd be in vain. My tears would be futile, wouldn't they? I realize that too late when I feel moisture running down my cheeks. I screw my eyes shut. And your gaze is lost.
Guess it's too late then. You draw me close, an imitation of tenderness.
But I don't dare pretend it is.
The next instant, I taste your lips on mine, searching. I don't have what you're looking for. Let's see if you find it. You're content, and my eyes lock onto yours once more.
Your mouth opens just a fraction. I can almost hear my name in that deep breath you take. Must be imagining things again. A rational action comes to mind, and I finally acknowledge reality.
I slip from your grasp. Running away as fast as I my legs will take me, I register your shout.
"Ryss!" But I am far from content.
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