Hello guys! How're you all? Here, Misty has come with another one-shot, once again, with her favorite KaiHil ambrosia. I was just missing the divine side of this couple (I mean...why not? KaiHil can be every adjective in this world after all!). So, here I come with "Moonbow".
Before starting, I want to give a brief description about moonbow. Moonbow is also a kind of rainbow which is very, very rare in the world. It usually can be seen in the sky of the area near any water body where the environment is very clear. Unlike rainbow, its colors are much faded. Yet, I found the thing charming, intriguing and beautiful. That's why, why not moonbow and KaiHil? ;P
Also, the lyrics used here aren't composed by me, Rabindranath Tagore, my favorite poet and the poet of all the poets are their rightful owner *Bows head in reverence* I just changed some words and modified them a bit for the sake of synchronization. Actually, in the evening, the sky of Bangladesh was literally roaring and crying, awakening the rain-queen inside my heart and pushing me to write this shot. I hope you haven't forgotten about "Ame No Yoake" yet. Like that, this one-shot is also based on rain but there's a bit of moonlight too. Rain and moon, Kai and Hils! Ahh! *Closes eyes blissfully*
Anyways, pardon this shipper tongue, it blabbers too much sometimes. Without wasting any moment, let's go inside the shot!
Warning: A bit intimacy. Besides, the whole story doesn't have a single dialogue, just like "Ame No Yoake". So, read at your own risk ;P
Moon. The queen of the night whose beautiful round face was scarred, as always, was adorning her star-studded throne, embellished with the velvet cover of the black night sky. On the earth, the oval-shaped vast, translucent water body was her primary mirror to check her reflection where silver sparkles spread like powder. The gentle breeze shook the branches of the trees guarding the brook. A few green leaves descended on the earth, showing no hurry. Fireflies were the jewelries of the verdant twigs, encircling them, engaged in a dance of illusion and trying to prove that they weren't less bright than the night queen. From somewhere, the fragrance of any unknown monsoon flower was floating in the air, intoxicating the atmosphere along with the moonbeams splashing all over the world.
The wooden, eye-shaped canoe slowly stopped at the edge of the silver-ribbon tributary, along with the flowing waves kissing at the shore. From it, a dual-haired Russian landed, dressed in a black shirt and a pair of black jeans, sleeves rolled up to his elbow and the collar button loosened. Slate bangs smoothly backbrushed, thin beards reaching his Adam's apple and amethysts sparkling under his eyebrows-with all of them, he was looking no less charming than a Greek God. Beside him, holding his hand, his Venus was also present in a puffy-sleeved white georgette gown. Chocolate locks tied into a loose bun, bedecked with pearls. Moonstone earrings and pearl bracelets were her adornments. Ruby eyes flickered at the night; filling themselves with amazement out of this world.
Ah, how the moon was smiling! Did she have so much amusement?
The smiles of moon break all the barriers, glows overflow,
O' tuberose, your fragrances, you pour now.
Frenzied breezes are confused, from where is calling who?
Everyone fills with joy, in flower garden whenever it goes.
Sky's forehead is smeared with sandalwood dust tonight,
Lovemaking-swans spread wings in such airy woods, left and right.
The moon's manes spread all over lands. O moon, you're awe!
As if some heavenly bride, with lamp of her bedroom, she glows.
The moon was proudly beaming on the lap of the night. On the earth, the dual-haired night lifted the chocolate-haired moon in a bridal style, letting his neck be fastened in the garland of her lotus arms and her rubies pouring nectar into his amethysts. Seeing the material evening and the human-faced Luna, where the queen of the night, in awe, a bit of jealousy, embarrassment and reverence, would hide her face, she couldn't decide. The mustering black clouds made a better curtain for her; she immediately dashed behind them, not forgetting to peep back at the night-moon duo on the heart of the earth once. The Russian smirked. Seeing them together, even the gorgeous, glowing sun of the day would bend his head down at their toes. The moon? She was no big deal.
Perhaps, the night wasn't so happy, letting his only companion go. He seethed at the couple responsible for their separation. Anger roared with the rainclouds, not different from the shade of the nocturna. Baffled, Kai gazed at Hilary's mystified, bewildered eyes. Did the night steal her eyeliner by any chance? Yes, he did. That's why, he was so dark, so angsty, so deep, so mysterious. So was the dual-haired Russian. A bolt of lightning jolted above their heads, like the night was desperately searching for his eternal companion, tearing the chest of the sky. Right after it, he started shedding torrents of tears on the world and its dwellers, showing no sign to stop. They drenched another night and another moon but they didn't bother. The grief of the aura was their joy, after all.
Today, in drizzling clamorous cloudy day,
Know not I, know not why, nothing in my mind can stay.
These restless moist gushing airs, aimlessly to clouds, the mind stares,
And where the geese fly, to know the path, this heart yearns.
All day long in the strings of cloud's guitar, more and more,
There trickle the songs of heavy downpour.
Heart desires to lose itself in this apt hour, to lose path and play,
The mind yearns the debts of someone, this heart may embrace, it may…
After a swirl sprinkling the linear rain, when he put her down in a majestic manner, their foreheads gently clashed-or say hugged, their arms did too, around the torso of each other. Nose leaned against nose, in the warmth of the nocturnal rain which was unearthed only by them, their eyes got closed. Bit by bit, the gap between their lips ceased to zero. His breaths were on fire, hers were emitting the ethereal fragrance of the rain-drenched soil underneath their feet. From their lips, raindrops touched their taste buds. The brunette surrendered her body, mind and soul to him which he accepted, after a long time of craving. His fingers crawled on her bare arms, she shivered and hugged him tightly, feeling them intending to explore her fair back too.
The pearls, one by one, smit the ground from her hair when his mischievous fingers unbound her bun. After it, how they wanted to get lost in the paradoxical realm of her deep, thick silky chocolate locks, he couldn't know, nor could he control. His mesomorphic chest which was disclosed a bit, thanks to the naughty hands of his wife too, squeezed her breasts. Bored with her hair, this time, his hands moved towards her lips and fondled them very mildly. Her eyes were half-lidded, a whispering whimper came out from her vocal cord as his nasal ridge bowed to her collar bones. When the moon had been in the sky, they had been calm too but along with the night, they were also going wild.
Which breeze intoxicated my thoughts?
My heart sways in joy with no reasons.
From my heart's skies, ripe, dense and fresh clouds,
There drops the sweet nectar rain, with bolts, enthusiastic and loud.
Sounds of bells unseen around her feet,
Clink clink, clink clink, there ring her anklets.
At your untouched new silver halos, my secret dreams stare,
With her shadowy-dense hair freely flowing, clouds waft away in this air.
She, yes, only she has made my mind restless,
With her jasmine's cologne and moon's fragrance…
A pathetic killjoy the night was, so was the moon, his eternal consort. When their tongues were at the climax of their battle, right then, the rain stopped. Removing the veil of the clouds from her face, the silver queen of the night decided to appear once again. Her rays glowed on the faces of the lovebirds, she grinned in the victory of catching a pair of criminals. Gasping, they guiltily parted away from each other. Looking at the circular silver plate, they sighed, specially, the dual-haired Russian almost gawked at the sky. How could they stop the night from romancing with his moon after all? A bit unacceptable and unexpected it was for him.
However, he couldn't be angry with the night for much time as his wife already turned back. Hearing the pleasant gasp of disbelief and surprise, he also wheeled in her direction of her pointed index finger at the sky. Penetrating the droplets of night rain, the arrows of the moonrays spread across the blue in seven curves just like a rainbow during the day hours. Unlike violet, blue, indigo, green, yellow, orange and red-all the curves were faint and white in color. Yet, their ruby and amethyst eyes could capture the faded hues of lavender, baby-blue, turquoise, lime, sandalwood, peach and blushing coral. The jaw of the woman dropped in awe. Never did she see such a beautiful and divine thing in her life. In pure ecstasy, her fingers intertwined those of her husband, she shuddered in zeal, placing her head on his shoulder. The dual-haired Russian was awestruck too.
Moonbow was considered to be one of the rarest beauties on the earth. So what? Their romancing was also rare, but it was precious just like the moonbow, wasn't it?
A stream of joy flows through the world.
Its nectar spills, filling the endless sky.
The sun and the moon sip and relish it.
It keeps the eternal flame lit.
Swept by its waves, the earth is fulfilled.
Today, why confine yourself within?
Why remain absorbed in self?
Look around with an open mind,
Forget all your trivial sorrows,
Fill your empty life with love.
Really. Neither they had any sorrow, nor any kind of thirst or worldly want was creeping in their hearts. In their drenched cloths, they headed back to the boat. She placed her head on his lap. Once again, his fingers broke into her tresses, this time, with more calmness and affection, only to lull her to sleep. The fringe of her white gown splayed across the ligneous body along with her hair around his thighs. In the rhythm of his hands massaging her scalp, she purred and slept. When he closed his eyes and drifted to the dreamy realm of siesta, holding her hand, he himself also didn't know. Only the moon sitting on the lap of the night smirked with reverence at the moon lying on the lap of her night, on the earth.
My soul tied knots with your's
With a musical connection
Don't you know
I found you unaware with my sole devotion.
In this devotion aroma of Medlar is diffused
In this devotion rhythms of metrist is diffused
Don't you know, I covered your name
With shades of colorful decoration.
Your grand image
In glowing springs I inaugurate
By playing flute in the colorful season and in the far horizon
In golden aura flitters your stole
In songs and among tunes in intoxication.
So dear people, how was it? I hope it's been better than ANY :P Actually, in the last week, it was the birthday of Tagore but I couldn't write anything dedicated to him, so, here it goes *Bows head*
Featuring his angsty songs and poetry, I'll write another one-shot featuring RayXSalima which will be also dialogue-less (Possibly, it can be my 100th fic here :P). There, I'll show that Tagore didn't only write on the divine and blissful side of love, but also, in his works, he portrayed the dark and sinful aspects too.
Do read and review. Pardon the grammatical and spelling errors. Take care and stay safe :D
-Misty ^_^ ^_^