Yes, my darker side still exists... It always will...
The first quote was created after drowning myself in 'Phantom Opera Ghost' (Iced Earth) and a random thought while I broomed up the back room at one of my many jobs. I think you'll get the connection. If not, I'll explain it in another update.
The second was a notion I'd been mulling over in a few stories how Riku's gloves seem to hold more anguish than maybe even his heart. Tell me your thoughts, and I might reveal more of mine...
Dedication: Astaldotholwen... One of my many Riku critiques and 'followers'. Don't know where I'd be without you and your...erm... 'late' reviews. Heh...
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He confuses me to no end... The Twilit Warrior... Rejected from the Light... Hateful of the Darkness... A fair definition...? I doubt I'll ever know the true answer...
Aqua Emotions of a Broken Heart
"Why won't you...let me see your eyes? Riku, why do you hide them from me?" My fingers gently lie upon the chilled obsidian fabric upon his temple, my eyes tracing its path to where it must cover his own. His hand is instantly upon mine, gripping my fingers in his palm and pulling them away.
"You'll never see them... You can stay here if you wish, but you'll never see my eyes. I won't let you..."
He presses my hand onto my chest, and I look away from him defeatedly. I manage to keep my emotion from falling over my cheeks, but the burning almost isn't worth it.
"Why?" He releases my hand and turns his back to me, staring into the writhing darkness that surrounds this Bastion. I swear I hear anguish in his voice, but maybe that's what I hope to hear…and just imagine it.
"As long as 'his' shadow exists in these tainted aquamarines… I'll never remove this blindfold. My sight is blackened by darkness, and I'll never allow you to see them…"
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Ever so gently, the sensation of silky black fabric brushes over my emotion splashed cheeks. Those painfully burdened gloves don't hesitate as they accept more sadness and pain into them, which strikes my heart in a hybrid of feelings. So brutally tainted and weighed down by the past, and yet, they would take in more just to ease my anguish?
Though that thin piece of obsidian still shields his eyes, I can sense them gazing into mine. The lost light within them whispering for me to have faith, to hold on to the very end. He's trying so hard…don't give up on him…please…