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Disclaimer: Saiyuki bukan aku punya, okay? You gotta problem with that, go see Hades. Short (very short) crappy one-shot. For UltraM2000 and Gu Bak Wan. Can we shoot them?
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God. He is a god.
Loving. . . with intensity only a god could possess--like the furious blaze of the sun, or the everlasting gaze of the stars. Sometimes, I feel caught in its radiant heat, too fierce for my mortal shell.
But he is gentle beyond the caress of a divine breeze. I do not know what heaven is like. He says that all the summers here cannot challenge the fragrance of heaven's blossoms. The water: incomparable to the streams upon the mortal earth and the Light before all else, more beautiful than the sun and the moon.
He says that one day we will live there. As husband and wife. As god and woman. As a family, with his child I now carry.
He laughs--wistful?
Alive: with an immediacy and steadfastness cultivated with immortality. Still god--but also--man. I know it too well.
If all gods are men, then we are all the same. As bird is to wind.
Woman. I am a woman.
He says that I am the firefly to the sun. Like butterflies in a child's fist. Because they are brief and they fade, they are treasured all the more ferociously.
He says that woman was made to rule the god. Because they create life and the god does not.
It takes almost nothing to capture immortality. Because I did.
Disclaimer: Saiyuki bukan aku punya, okay? You gotta problem with that, go see Hades. Short (very short) crappy one-shot. For UltraM2000 and Gu Bak Wan. Can we shoot them?
***
God. He is a god.
Loving. . . with intensity only a god could possess--like the furious blaze of the sun, or the everlasting gaze of the stars. Sometimes, I feel caught in its radiant heat, too fierce for my mortal shell.
But he is gentle beyond the caress of a divine breeze. I do not know what heaven is like. He says that all the summers here cannot challenge the fragrance of heaven's blossoms. The water: incomparable to the streams upon the mortal earth and the Light before all else, more beautiful than the sun and the moon.
He says that one day we will live there. As husband and wife. As god and woman. As a family, with his child I now carry.
He laughs--wistful?
Alive: with an immediacy and steadfastness cultivated with immortality. Still god--but also--man. I know it too well.
If all gods are men, then we are all the same. As bird is to wind.
Woman. I am a woman.
He says that I am the firefly to the sun. Like butterflies in a child's fist. Because they are brief and they fade, they are treasured all the more ferociously.
He says that woman was made to rule the god. Because they create life and the god does not.
It takes almost nothing to capture immortality. Because I did.