Oh, it felt like heaven

China Rose Lykoi · 01-01-2012, 09:15 AM

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If you'll be my star, I'll be your sky,
You can hide underneath me and come out at night~
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Her approach was noticed, and the intensity of that sunset gaze scorched her, warmed her in a way no other physical or mortal thing could. There was a darkness within Itachi - Occasionally she could see it in the deep nothing of his pupils, the vacancy where emotion should have been. But never when he was looking at her; Always, then, there was nothing but the magnetic pull, the intangible silver strings she had woven into a cocoon about them, once upon a time. Did he remember that? When they meshed limbs and bodies and thoughts and became a butterfly?

It was difficult not to look at him, and once, when she'd known how to play a game, she might have remembered to use her gaze sparingly and secretively, seductively, alluringly. But now she could merely gaze with no remorse back at those burning optics, those achingly familiar and yet hauntingly similar hues. How could they have branded him a murderer? A villain? Did they not know that he was just different? China knew. She craved his difference, as though all others were grey when he was an explosion of color, unique to everything she had and would ever know. Could he possibly know how much the color of his eyes excited and terrified her, at the same time? No, he couldn't - And she couldn't explain.

Self-consciously, in a gesture that had become as much habit as the fluttering of her eyelashes or the way she fidgeted when she was thinking, China rose one hand to cover the pale crosses at her throat. They were only deep enough to remain faintly in the thin, short fur there; Not deep enough to have truly severed her vocal chords. But the effect was the same. Her silence remained, since the day she had spoken to Halo Lykoi, since the day she had tried to cure herself on the soft body of that girl, since the day she had left Inferni. Although comfortable in her silence with Itachi, she sometimes despaired it; Fretted that he would find it monotonous, that he would have no use for the pretty bird without her darling song. She wanted, desperately, to sing for him. But every time the thought came, the burst of inspiration to swell forth in voice, she found the passage from heart to tongue blocked; A barrier of memories, of distinct pain, like a swelling in her throat that would not go down, long after the redness around the scars there had.

The lump was there now, preventing sound, preventing speech. The thought of permanency terrified her, so she dismissed it. Fearing to gaze directly at his splendid hues, her own eyes dropped to his hands, the wicked claws on his fingers. His hands provoked memories, warm ones. Would they ever be lovers again? Starcrossed, maybe, but tragic. A small jealous part of her wondered who had been sating his adult desires when she had not. Although the dove had deviated from her own monogamy, it had been a forced, and then a desperate, act. The idea that he might have stayed faithful to her was hardly worthwhile clinging to. She suffered her jealousy in silence, perhaps as she should have all along.

She had always been a fickle being. The girl was flighty, crafted in the womb of the Earthmother with the hollow bones of birds and a heart of sweet silver. She had never been built to last, but to bless the world with her presence, like a brilliant star as it dashes across the empty black sky and out of sight. But Itachi was the blackness, and dash as she might, it seemed he would never allow her to disappear or be swallowed entirely - Always, at the last minute, appearing to pluck her from her own demise. The world sought to take the life of China Rose, but was always denied by the hand of her only keeper. Her cage had bars of gold.

There was a slight blush to her face, brought there by the consistency of his stare. In a rare bought of trust, the girl shuffled closer, till her arm bumped against his. Her gaze dared not lift again, but a small smile curved about her foxish maw. The contact felt strange, after being alone so long. She wondered if he would be repelled from her, although he hadn't yet - Wondered if he would find in that slight contact some further proof to justify their existence, together. She loved him; She just didn't know what love was. Neither of them did.

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