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Jun. 11th, 2009 01:52 amHe wanted to hate her for so long.
It was the only defense he had from the pain.
If he focused his rage on her, it wouldn't turn inward towards himself.
For believing that a mere human would be able to withstand what he, with years of training and experience, could withstand.
Days turned into weeks turned to months. Oh how they caused him pain. Waiting for some nameless V to come and pay them their hard earned bounty.
And all the while he lay there fighting every now and again, but mostly just there, detatched. Thinking of her. Of his family. Of all the things that had gone wrong.
Her touch. The warmth of her skin. Her hands. Her smile. Her moan.
Years passed. Blood flowed. Pain resurfaced and was cauderized.
Now here he finds himself again, stripped bare, defenseless in the den of the lions from his youth. The monsters in the shadows that his father had always warned them about. But now...honorable without the madness of Saki to lead them astray. Here in this house, under this roof, a safehaven from the ravages of this foreign world, she returns.
Soft smiles, careful caresses, loving words in spite of the hate. He tries to confess his sins, but she won't hear of it. Instead she brings comfort and balm in the form of years of regret. Her pretty face marred by the events of that day so long ago burned into his memory.
Here in the dark the aren't what they are in the light. Not freak. Not victim. Not broken. Just lovers. Neither as young, idealistic, or niave as before...yet awkward just the same. Rediscovering maps long ago stashed away, seemingly forever. It's not perfect, it never is, and yet in spite of all its faults and inconsistancies it is sublime all the same.
It was the only defense he had from the pain.
If he focused his rage on her, it wouldn't turn inward towards himself.
For believing that a mere human would be able to withstand what he, with years of training and experience, could withstand.
Days turned into weeks turned to months. Oh how they caused him pain. Waiting for some nameless V to come and pay them their hard earned bounty.
And all the while he lay there fighting every now and again, but mostly just there, detatched. Thinking of her. Of his family. Of all the things that had gone wrong.
Her touch. The warmth of her skin. Her hands. Her smile. Her moan.
Years passed. Blood flowed. Pain resurfaced and was cauderized.
Now here he finds himself again, stripped bare, defenseless in the den of the lions from his youth. The monsters in the shadows that his father had always warned them about. But now...honorable without the madness of Saki to lead them astray. Here in this house, under this roof, a safehaven from the ravages of this foreign world, she returns.
Soft smiles, careful caresses, loving words in spite of the hate. He tries to confess his sins, but she won't hear of it. Instead she brings comfort and balm in the form of years of regret. Her pretty face marred by the events of that day so long ago burned into his memory.
Here in the dark the aren't what they are in the light. Not freak. Not victim. Not broken. Just lovers. Neither as young, idealistic, or niave as before...yet awkward just the same. Rediscovering maps long ago stashed away, seemingly forever. It's not perfect, it never is, and yet in spite of all its faults and inconsistancies it is sublime all the same.
