Post by Kionchi on Sept 26, 2016 3:05:12 GMT -5
Was this it?
Is it really all I'm worth?
A mute song bird, dying in my arms?
Because now I know she’s way more than I deserve.
She was such a light, such a fragile, sad little songbird. He held onto her with everything he had, practically falling face first into that empty maw as the flames of Shun’s kido linked across his back. Static rippled through his body as he took that last step, an unexpected look of serenity across his face as he heard the distant screaming of his own inner hollow, the nightmare sinking deeper and deeper under those pitch black waves of his inner-world.
She was finally beaten.
At least for now.
It was over.
He won.
”Thank you.”
Kionchi pulled Mirabelle closer, his fingers running through her red mane as he brought his cheek to hers. Even as they fell through the void of his garganta, the seals he'd set around his safe house sizzling over their bodies, he found comfort in the warmth of their embrace. He thought he was willing to give up everything to beat Tokiyo: His life. His soul. His very future. But he was so caught up in his own world that he never stopped to consider her. A future he promised to protect. A tiny flame only he could shelter from the storm that was brewing. He felt so stupid, and yet he was so grateful for her being strong enough to wake him up and show him the truth he was so desperate to ignore. He would never abandon them again.
Another sizzle of electricity ran through their bodies, his resonance shielding them from the wards he put into place to keep anyone from following him. He was lucky to have figure out a way to punch through the barrier the spiritualist erected around Karakura. He wasn't about to let his backdoor be used by any ol’ riff-raff that might be rude enough to use his own garganta. After all, there was only room in Karakura for so many troublemakers.
”We’re home.” The pair slipped through the garganta, coming to an abrupt stop only a couple meters above the ground before slowly drifting down to earth. The thin commercial carpet and outdated wood-panel walls were just coming into focus as the dim light of the his portal faded away. Sunlight crept in between uneven miniblinds, the only light in the austere, single room office. He set her down on a plush maroon couch, taking a seat on the cheap wooden desk that made up the only other substantial piece of furniture in the room. It wasn't much to look at, but it was safe.
They were safe.
And as soon as she was ready, he was finally ready to talk.
WC: 478
Is it really all I'm worth?
A mute song bird, dying in my arms?
Because now I know she’s way more than I deserve.
She was such a light, such a fragile, sad little songbird. He held onto her with everything he had, practically falling face first into that empty maw as the flames of Shun’s kido linked across his back. Static rippled through his body as he took that last step, an unexpected look of serenity across his face as he heard the distant screaming of his own inner hollow, the nightmare sinking deeper and deeper under those pitch black waves of his inner-world.
She was finally beaten.
At least for now.
It was over.
He won.
”Thank you.”
Kionchi pulled Mirabelle closer, his fingers running through her red mane as he brought his cheek to hers. Even as they fell through the void of his garganta, the seals he'd set around his safe house sizzling over their bodies, he found comfort in the warmth of their embrace. He thought he was willing to give up everything to beat Tokiyo: His life. His soul. His very future. But he was so caught up in his own world that he never stopped to consider her. A future he promised to protect. A tiny flame only he could shelter from the storm that was brewing. He felt so stupid, and yet he was so grateful for her being strong enough to wake him up and show him the truth he was so desperate to ignore. He would never abandon them again.
Another sizzle of electricity ran through their bodies, his resonance shielding them from the wards he put into place to keep anyone from following him. He was lucky to have figure out a way to punch through the barrier the spiritualist erected around Karakura. He wasn't about to let his backdoor be used by any ol’ riff-raff that might be rude enough to use his own garganta. After all, there was only room in Karakura for so many troublemakers.
”We’re home.” The pair slipped through the garganta, coming to an abrupt stop only a couple meters above the ground before slowly drifting down to earth. The thin commercial carpet and outdated wood-panel walls were just coming into focus as the dim light of the his portal faded away. Sunlight crept in between uneven miniblinds, the only light in the austere, single room office. He set her down on a plush maroon couch, taking a seat on the cheap wooden desk that made up the only other substantial piece of furniture in the room. It wasn't much to look at, but it was safe.
They were safe.
And as soon as she was ready, he was finally ready to talk.
WC: 478