Title: 019 - Lost
Author: schyra
Rating: ?
Pairings/Characters: Lucia, Haru
Warnings: -
Summary: He can feel it on his lips. The taste of it.
Author's Note: -
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019 - Lost
He can feel it on his lips. The taste of it.
No matter how many times it happens, it never gets any better.
Haru stared into the fire and thought to himself that perhaps it was for the best.
Lucia gripped the blade, not the hilt, and watched his blood stain the dark metal. Black making it blacker. A grim countenance upon his face. He supposed that it must be done.
No matter how many tries he has at it, he can never quite chip that crack.
When the ice froze up over his boots, Haru looked down and idly wondered where the moisture came from. Then he turned his gaze forward and continued on, the ice splitting into scraps as his foot left a barely visible imprint in the hard snow.
The armor is hard, made of the finest ore and best metal to be found. He'd had his subordinates dig deeper than they ever thought they would, both in Makai and out of it, and he loves how despite being polished, it struggles to shine.
No matter how much he gives of himself, he will never be able to fill that empty space he can feel within him.
The clash of swords.
Scattered screams.
So close now. He can feel it on his lips. The taste of it.
Victory. Defeat.
When it is all over, and they are both good and 'dead' they think to themselves how useless all of it had probably been, and they cry without crying, realizing that someone has lost.
END.
