Crusaders of love and lust – Her pain
The glistening drops of rain which tore down to Earth from above beat down eagerly on the sinner's tanned back as he dashed across the grounds of the Order. His vision blinded by a fresh bought of tears, he ran, without having the slightest clue of his surroundings and going wherever his legs brought him to.
And the fact that Destiny made it so that they brought him to the source of his agony marked the gods' displeasure.
He burst through the door of the blonde exorcist's room, gradually slowing in his tracks as he stared, through a mist of startled tears, in horror down at the sleeping face of his contractor.
Rosette…
A twitch, a frown, the fluttering of inky eyelashes as cerulean orbs blinked open; followed by the moaning of bedsprings as the Sister struggled to sit up, rubbing her eyes wearily. Nothing could have prepared her for the sight which welcomed her.
"Oh jeez, Chrno, couldn't you have waited till…"
Her unfinished sentence laid hanging in the air as pools of navy widened in disbelief and surprise at the sight of the sticky, glistening liquid dripping from his face. Blinking the haziness away from his eyes, seeing his contractor slipping out of bed, reaching out to him in concern, Chrno became tearful once more, and indicated with the sobbing urgency of a frightened child that he, too, wanted to be held and comforted like a human baby.
At the sight of his tear-stricken face, Rosette felt the full weight of his pain and heard his sobs, irrepressible streaming forth.
It was the crying of an impossibly racked heart…
Yet, within the constant flow of sorrow and helplessness she felt for her friend, there was a twinge of jealousy. For the demon rarely, or at all, shed tears and what made him do so must be of utmost importance to him. So what…?
In that very instant she thought along those lines, a vision flashed before her eyes.
A vision of a woman with long golden hair and sky-blue eyes…
Mary Magdalene.
It was as though someone had twisted a sickening dagger into her gut, making her suffer in her own private hell of forbidden emotions. Her vision smeared as tears threatened to fall from her azure orbs. Her chest tightened as sorrow rose and choked at her throat. Yet, she knew, that no matter how much it hurt for her, she should not be of the first priority now.
Biting back a sob, the holy saint pulled her demon companion to her, wrapping her petite arms around him. As he clung to her in the darkness, she pressed him closer to her with greater tenderness and ardor than she had ever given, or he had ever received. In a soft wash of tears, Chrno gave an anguished cry, weeping into Rosette's shoulder, tightening his grip around her waist in desperation for more comfort, wanting nothing better than to purge the internal war raging within him.
It was then that emotions unfurled and intertwined with the nun's heart, welling up as quickly as the tears in her eyes. The sobs she had suppressed refused to be beaten, and, at long last, she gave in to the fierce struggle and felt immense sorrow pierce through her spiritual heart.
As the teen's eyelids drooped to a close, brows knitted in despondency, two crystalline drops fell to the floor, side by side, in unison.
Let us pull through this…together…
A/N: Augh! This is finally completed! I was so happy when I saw I had 4 reviews…I almost cried tears of joy…Thank you those who reviewed! (Happy dance)