+ Tittle Narcotic Love +
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Written by PinkSpider
Notes: POC of Aya kun. Takes place after the anime series.
Pairing: BradxRan
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The crimson petals of the rose lie softly on the ivory white of the piano, contrasting the purity of the cloth with the blood stained flower. Its life slowly drifting away even as it blossomed beautifully, its flushed color seemingly telling its admirers how its life is snatched away by the simple tug of a delicate hand.
And you sit in front of the piano, playing some soothing melody of which I have never heard before, and yet sound so aching familiar. The soft pounding of fingers against the cool keys, the soothing tremble of the strands of the stings, the rhythmic flow of the music mingling so closely with the simple tune of the melody; so beautiful, so romantic. So tragic.
Your fingers caress the ivory keys gently, the way you do when you touch me. Soft, gentle, yet knowing. Well, you should. You are the oracle after all.
I sit beside you, mesmerized by the way your fingers dance on the piano, the way your eyes follow the rhythm, but always remain ahead of the melody. The way your body sways unconsciously to the music, the way the light reflects off your glasses, making them glitter, hiding the piercing gaze of your amber eyes.
I felt tempted to lean closer, to savor your body warmth that is so seductively near to me. And the scent of your aftershave, a flavor so familiar to the market and yet so unique on you. But I resist, trying to be content with the knowledge that you are playing your inner most melody, for me. So I sit beside you, lost in the swirling pace of the dreamy trance you put me in, fallen so deep with your amber eyes and ebony strands.
I close my eyes, touching the sorrow in the music and tasting the regret in the melody. This is your song, so why does it feel so much like mine?
Surging through me is this need to hurt something, to hit something, to cut something so that all my hurt, all the hurt inside me will all bleed dry. But Takatori is died. There is no more reason for me to continue with this bloodshed, this need to kill, this need to hate. And this need to live. Aya is dead, Weiss is disbanded and Koneko closed. What further do I have to live for?
Submerged to deeply in crimson blood, I have long lost my humanity. Maybe it is as you have once said; we are the same after all, Weiss or Schwarz. I can not live a normal life anymore, not matter how I wish. The guilt and regret and hurt and pain, hidden and suppressed so long can no longer be contained. It demands release, and in this state of me, I can't do anything to stop it. I am drowning in myself.
I know, life of an assassin is short. It always is. And you and me are assassins. This is a fact we cannot deny. My life is too drenched with the life of others, too soiled in the darkness of my crimes. I do not have the privilege to ask for forgiveness now. And like you, I am chained to this life of terrible hell of regret and guilt. Love will do nothing here. It is just a painkiller, to numb the hurt every now and then, making life a little more bearable.
I do not realize the music has halted until you come over and embrace me, your huge frame onto mine, your arms forming a protective cave with me in the middle. Your warmth seeping into me slowly as you pull me closer, melting me into you. Your head lean closer to my shoulder, your fine hair falling softly onto my cheek as you bury your head into the cradle of my neck. I shiver as you breathe my name down my neck, stirring the tiny hairs and making my skin sigh in delight.
"Aya."
That's just it. No words needed. Tonight, there is just you and I; no hurt, no pain, no regrets. For assassins, love is really just a narcotic drug. Hold me in your arms tonight, and let ecstasy numb this hurt we both feel. Let the moon and the stars be the witnesses of our love, no matter how hopeless it is.
Love me.
+ EnD +
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My first try at a first POV. How's it? Please give me some comments?
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Written by PinkSpider
Notes: POC of Aya kun. Takes place after the anime series.
Pairing: BradxRan
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The crimson petals of the rose lie softly on the ivory white of the piano, contrasting the purity of the cloth with the blood stained flower. Its life slowly drifting away even as it blossomed beautifully, its flushed color seemingly telling its admirers how its life is snatched away by the simple tug of a delicate hand.
And you sit in front of the piano, playing some soothing melody of which I have never heard before, and yet sound so aching familiar. The soft pounding of fingers against the cool keys, the soothing tremble of the strands of the stings, the rhythmic flow of the music mingling so closely with the simple tune of the melody; so beautiful, so romantic. So tragic.
Your fingers caress the ivory keys gently, the way you do when you touch me. Soft, gentle, yet knowing. Well, you should. You are the oracle after all.
I sit beside you, mesmerized by the way your fingers dance on the piano, the way your eyes follow the rhythm, but always remain ahead of the melody. The way your body sways unconsciously to the music, the way the light reflects off your glasses, making them glitter, hiding the piercing gaze of your amber eyes.
I felt tempted to lean closer, to savor your body warmth that is so seductively near to me. And the scent of your aftershave, a flavor so familiar to the market and yet so unique on you. But I resist, trying to be content with the knowledge that you are playing your inner most melody, for me. So I sit beside you, lost in the swirling pace of the dreamy trance you put me in, fallen so deep with your amber eyes and ebony strands.
I close my eyes, touching the sorrow in the music and tasting the regret in the melody. This is your song, so why does it feel so much like mine?
Surging through me is this need to hurt something, to hit something, to cut something so that all my hurt, all the hurt inside me will all bleed dry. But Takatori is died. There is no more reason for me to continue with this bloodshed, this need to kill, this need to hate. And this need to live. Aya is dead, Weiss is disbanded and Koneko closed. What further do I have to live for?
Submerged to deeply in crimson blood, I have long lost my humanity. Maybe it is as you have once said; we are the same after all, Weiss or Schwarz. I can not live a normal life anymore, not matter how I wish. The guilt and regret and hurt and pain, hidden and suppressed so long can no longer be contained. It demands release, and in this state of me, I can't do anything to stop it. I am drowning in myself.
I know, life of an assassin is short. It always is. And you and me are assassins. This is a fact we cannot deny. My life is too drenched with the life of others, too soiled in the darkness of my crimes. I do not have the privilege to ask for forgiveness now. And like you, I am chained to this life of terrible hell of regret and guilt. Love will do nothing here. It is just a painkiller, to numb the hurt every now and then, making life a little more bearable.
I do not realize the music has halted until you come over and embrace me, your huge frame onto mine, your arms forming a protective cave with me in the middle. Your warmth seeping into me slowly as you pull me closer, melting me into you. Your head lean closer to my shoulder, your fine hair falling softly onto my cheek as you bury your head into the cradle of my neck. I shiver as you breathe my name down my neck, stirring the tiny hairs and making my skin sigh in delight.
"Aya."
That's just it. No words needed. Tonight, there is just you and I; no hurt, no pain, no regrets. For assassins, love is really just a narcotic drug. Hold me in your arms tonight, and let ecstasy numb this hurt we both feel. Let the moon and the stars be the witnesses of our love, no matter how hopeless it is.
Love me.
+ EnD +
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My first try at a first POV. How's it? Please give me some comments?