Author: Befanini
Disclaimer: I have absolutely no rights whatsoever. For melancholy daydreaming purposes only.
Rating: T for language. Shounen-ai.
Summary: "All I have are the ashes… one small spark from your glow."
A/N: Dedicated to Santuary of Darkness and mangamama for their invaluable help. You guys are the greatest. Thank you.
Prologue
"Loss as muse. Loss as character. Loss as life." – Anna Quindlan
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He jolted awake, covered in cold sweat. Which was damn strange, considering he had fallen asleep with the windows open, and the room was freezing. Shivering, he jumped out of bed and quickly shoved the windows shut.
And stood there, transfixed, gazing out at the blood-red sun sinking in the horizon. Apprehension and a wild urgency gripped him, and inside him his heart twisted painfully. His head dropped against the window frame with a sharp crack. He slammed his eyes shut and gave a fierce shake of his head. No. God, no. He tasted blood, and realized that his teeth were clenched tightly on his lower lip.
And then he turned and bolted, and heaved his guts out.
… When the message arrived, summoning him to Kinzan Temple, he was long gone.
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"If we must part forever,
Give me but one kind word to think upon
And please myself with, while my heart's breaking."
-- Thomas Otway
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I want to walk into the light
Day has turned cold, so hold back the night
What will become of you and I
We had a dream, don't let it die
Just hold back the night
Do you want to be my dying day
My darkest hour
My overdose
Coz that's what you'd be
Just hold back the night
"Hold Back The Night", Sinead O'Connor