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31_days2006-05-17 11:21 pm
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[May 17] [Alichino ] Tang
Title: Tang
Day/Theme: May 17 / The coldest eyes and the cruellest hands
Series: Alichino
Character/Pairing: Myoubi, Ryouko
Rating: G
Word Count: 210
22:48
Because he was even more beautiful and beguiling than her, he had been able to entice she who entices, to ensnare she who ensnares. An interesting sort of reversal, it was, because in truth the conundrum was in actuality that of who was predator and who was prey. Alichino fed on human soul, the ultimate fruit of foul transactions—fleeting relief from corporeal suffering at the price of damnation. In this case, it was her whose existence was at the hands of this maverick.
His dead eyes promised nothing but demise once his goal was served; if it took him millennia, so be it. His hands promised the same, and it was reiterated each time he, devoid of qualms, butchered her kind. She, in turn, called her powers his, and she knew it would always be so till her end finally closed upon her, till his vow was fulfilled and his immortal foe was killed.
It was an insane paradox.
But she was bound to him now; she relished even his hate for her; it was boundless. It was the only thing he would give her, the only nuance of him she could call hers.
Because it was her who had lost herself in him, it was she who was damned.
~23:04
Day/Theme: May 17 / The coldest eyes and the cruellest hands
Series: Alichino
Character/Pairing: Myoubi, Ryouko
Rating: G
Word Count: 210
22:48
Because he was even more beautiful and beguiling than her, he had been able to entice she who entices, to ensnare she who ensnares. An interesting sort of reversal, it was, because in truth the conundrum was in actuality that of who was predator and who was prey. Alichino fed on human soul, the ultimate fruit of foul transactions—fleeting relief from corporeal suffering at the price of damnation. In this case, it was her whose existence was at the hands of this maverick.
His dead eyes promised nothing but demise once his goal was served; if it took him millennia, so be it. His hands promised the same, and it was reiterated each time he, devoid of qualms, butchered her kind. She, in turn, called her powers his, and she knew it would always be so till her end finally closed upon her, till his vow was fulfilled and his immortal foe was killed.
It was an insane paradox.
But she was bound to him now; she relished even his hate for her; it was boundless. It was the only thing he would give her, the only nuance of him she could call hers.
Because it was her who had lost herself in him, it was she who was damned.
~23:04