Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.
Here's a sadistic little ficlet for all you guys.
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The Color of Love
Multitudes of lives had been spilt today on our side and on our, opponent's, coloring the battlefield red. Red…how I love that color.
Red was the color of the sheet when Alexander and I first made love. The color of our pain and ecstasy as either of us put ourselves inside the other, scraping our skin and burning it with the friction of our maddening rhythm. Arch and thrust. Arch and thrust.
Red was the color of my hands when I first went to battle for Alexander's ambitious cause and red was the color of his face as I kissed him after battle, experiencing that rich, metal taste on my tongue, overpowering me with lightheadedness and arousal.
Lastly, red was the color of my swollen eyes as I cried on Alexander's wedding night and my vision as I watched the marriage was tainted with tat color.
Red… how I love that color. The color of death and of birth, of pain and mortality, and of love. The only color that mortalizes Alexander and washes over his golden shine.
The color that allowed us to be and to love.
This fic kind of repulsed me so I'm sorry if it repulsed you too. Thanks for reading and please review.
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This ficlet was inspired by the movie, The Village and Gensomaden Saiyuki's ShaGojyo.