the bible didn't mention us

Itachi Lykoi · 12-29-2011, 01:59 AM

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Whatever, kona mi.

There were words that could describe the fallen prince and the dark colours lurking beneath fake gold and false gemstones of dying horizons smeared with gloomy beauty. But now, as he held his skeleton bride in his arms, he could only think of white. Demons and nightmares would always seem to disappear as the new, glorious breath of daylight drowsily flooded the earth as a new morning arose, and the lovely bones in the Itachi’s arms was dawn, in all its glory. Colour, mood and taste changed, but it would always be the same.

Scarlet held on to powder blue in an eternal moment before she hid away, pressed against his velvet chest. Beneath, its prison of flesh and bone, leaped the concentration of the life that flowed within him; recognizing the very purpose of its beat, now so close, just beyond its prison bars. It was a strange sensation; to feel magic brew inside his chest in response to this particular presence.

China’s brittle bones wouldn’t stand tough weather, and so golden arms were eternally gentle as they wrapped around the suffering frame; prisoning her in his embrace. Fingers brushed down along the darling’s back, involuntary rediscovering the uneven path of crisp bones under thin layer of skin and pelt. China had shivered with the absence of warmth the first time the golden boy had laid his eyes on her, and the thin layer of ashen fur couldn’t hide her body’s condition the slightest at this time. The survival of the fittest was the way of life he admired, but how could he when it so clearly demanded this girl’s demise?

Rules could be bended and broken, and Itachi was a man that carved out his own path. The soft shakes of the sentenced girl’s body sent involuntary echoes into his own, though he was the mountain; earth and rock withstanding every disaster there was. He wondered where the flaw resided. Should he have chased after her when she escaped her gilded cage? Should he have attempted to find her sooner? It was not his way to chase after wild, supernatural creatures. They belonged to different worlds, and it had never been his intention to steal her from hers. But winter had come, and now threatened to banish her forever. The right decision was there, though, in plain sight. If he was to do right by them both, he should untangle those golden arms and walk away from this place, and the precious being so needy of his uncharacteristic affection. But their kind was flawed, and Itachi, as every other mortal, made mistakes. He could never release her to the cold.

A warm, pale hand moved to brush against no-longer luscious hair that once had framed a lovely princess’ face. He closed his eyes, didn’t’ say anything. What were words, anyway. Words wouldn’t save the frail soul in his arms; they couldn’t provide for her and protect her from the world. China was meant for fairy tales and happily-ever-after, not this. A bird’s song was not everything. Within blonde ears, white noise sang instead; soothing and terrible all the same.

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