Lavaliere
by Lue Pie
Disclaimer: I don't own Chrno Crusade.
Rating: PG
Rosette dreams.
She dreams of happier times, when it was all flickers of forlorn, clandestine claret and tresses of timeless violet-navy-lavender on a honey-frolic puff of wind.
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She dreams of a smile that she strives sometimes to remember, because it fades away with her spirit and her optimism, day by sluggish day.
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Sometimes she almost forgets herself in those moments when she jumps awake in the obsidian night and feels the press of unforgiving, cold metal on her breast, hears the tumultuous overlapping of miles worth of panting, and the thundering melody of a clock that grinningly gauges her waning life.
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One thing that keeps her bound to her cruel sanity is the determination that burns like fire, melting the oppressive golden timepiece away from below, in the hearth of her heart --- and only reality could produce that staggering inferno.
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Another is the memory of Azmaria's song, which splashes like liquor around her tear-rimmed eyes, reminding her that there might be worse fates, if nothing else.
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The final pinprick of delivering light is Chrno, the pulse of everything and a flicker of Christmas as he climbs upon her bed and lays his brow upon hers and his hand upon hers and his hand upon that golden monstrosity of a beautiful thing... And his tongue upon her teardrops and his words upon her ears and his limbs upon her limbs and her body in his embrace...
And then she knows for sure that she is in reality because she has never had a dream as sweet as that.
