Requested by The Crazy Chick In Black- thank you
Miyako x Kaien x Rukia
Even
Every moment, now only in her memory, held a sacred preservative that she was sure meant that they would never fade. The soft, cool white of Miyako's arms as they wrapped around her, the feeling of Kaien's warm breath against her neck.
The sight of blood, all the more boldly red in her mind, even in the darkness. The taste of their lips, cold as they were laid out in the morgue, her last kiss for them both.
They were buried together, grave by grave, matching headstones, holding hands in the dank, foetid earth.
And even if, in the long course of time, she were to move on from them, she knew there would never be any moment where she could feel so secure, so held, so loved. There was no way that life could ever be as perfect as it had been nothing more than a few days ago. She wanted to sink into the rain-kissed ground, into the band of filthy grass between the two turned and uncovered graves, to lie between them as she had done in bed.
Now the world was wrong; turned on its head.
Nothing would ever be the same.
They had been sacred to her, and now they were gone she kept them so: she had a picture of the three of them together, Kaien with a hand around Miyako's waist and his other around her own shoulders, the two women looking at each other around his grinning face and smiling that soft smile of exasperated affection.
She kissed the glass every night before she went to bed.
It did not make her feel any better; the glass was as cold as the skin of her lovers, laid out pale and bloodless in their respite after death.