So there was an earthquake yesterday. A 5.3 centered between twenty and thirty miles from my house. I haven't heard of anything too bad happening to anyone, but my mom wanted me to be in the same room as at least one other person so that's why I never finished typing this yesterday. So... yeah. I hope you enjoy this little piece.
Swan Lake: Scene One, Act Two-Tchaikovsky (SoMa Week Day 5- Wounds)
The dry summer Nevada heat bakes our apartment. I hear Soul's whimpers across the hall from my room. On cat feet, I glide across the floor from my room to his. I slide the door open and shimmy in. Soul lies on the bed, tossing and turning and whimpering. Outside the window, the moon smiles, blood dripping from its mouth. I shiver. They say every time the moon bleeds, a weapon or meister dies. It won't take Soul.
Softly, I slide into Soul's bed. I tug his head into my lap and thread his fingers through his white hair. My weapon snuggles closer to me despite the heat. Whimpers still stray past his parted lips, but not as many. He still shifts restlessly in my arms. I trail my finger tips across his scar. My hand stops above his heart. Does his pain come from the heat and his wound? Or is it from his heart? I can't help it, I shudder. The injuries that were inflicted upon my heart are far worse than any pain inflicted by a blade. It gnaws you from the inside out. I can never forgive Soul for protecting me, but I can see why he did it. It would be better to endure physical pain instead of the pain that your partner is suffering because you didn't act. Sometimes I wish kishin didn't exist so I wouldn't have to go through that pain. So Soul will never have to. I pull my weapon tighter into my embrace.
Where would we be if there wasn't any evil?
Yes, the song is a classical piece. Really pretty too. I suggest you listen to it. My band is actually playing it as one of our concert songs :)