Monday September 3, 2012
Daybreak broke the familiar blanket of night in a serene type of way that told him it didn't belong here. She was an interesting mix of rage and apathy. She had a purpose to strive for, as did he, but nowhere could he find her reasons whereas his were clear and paid for.
Perhaps it was her mystery, a type of elusiveness that he couldn't place, that even her own mind struggled to articulate that created this tangle. Because that what this was, a web, a ghastly knot in what was supposed to be opposing what was true. Two threads of fate, never destined to meet stumbled upon each other and doomed the whole show.
When he first met her, he saw the lithe form of a fighter drawing her daggers out of a man's chest. Bone earrings clinked together as they hung from her ears, the sound stingingly hollow as it chimed through the clearing.
He had no fear of her, or she of him. They were both logical individuals and neither had any quarrel with the other. She was much too apathetic to bother with anything other than her final goal and he far too efficient to waste precious energy on a pointless duel.
How was one to describe such an intricate feeling that just doesn't have any name? It wasn't love that he felt – feels really, he knows himself far to well to lie- because that emotion has long ago become barren and empty to him.
Lust just didn't cut it and respect simply didn't happen, so how else could it work? This was a woman destined to die, who in truth died a lifetime ago and he but a simple man who waited for the Reaper. Two of the living, strands so appallingly fragile walking on these lands made of stone.
He knew she felt it too. This indescribable pull, something that in another life might have been beautiful. Something that was tangible, so deep it left a weight on his chest and an ominous hand against his throat in warning.
If his twenty three years on these plains had gone as they should've, could they have been something? Maybe if she didn't need to die and he didn't want to, the two of them could have brought some light to such a desolate county.
But these repugnant years have passed, and nothing can change the scars they have seen and born. How cruel were the gods to have him need something that Death could touch, how nefariously cruel.
And so he was left with a fading memory. His hands still burned from were they had caressed her cheek and his fingers itched to run to her fading form and hold her back.
The sunlight kissed her back as if in goodbye, and he could only smile at the irony. Here was the woman was who fought only for the night, but for an fleeting moment released herself from her aphotic world. And through her haze of mystery and intrigue, he knew it was for him.
She whispered farewell to the daylight, because she knew that's what he wanted. He always had a proclivity to wish for what couldn't stay and she wasn't as wicked as to remain.
Her grip tightened on her daggers, the comfortable leather soothing her in a way that was decidedly unhealthy. Her last words were whispered into the wind, the wisps of air blowing at the smooth bone that hung for her ear to run their sharp edges against her throat. It felt so right.
"Tilt your chin up darling, you will breathe just a little longer and drown just a little bit slower." Twilight came, as it must.
My thoughts on Sasuke, who in his travels, finds another Avenger and develops feelings for her. A take on how he would respond to being the one to watch someone leave him.
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-Lady Kryptonite