My love for you is eternal.
My thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved:
I can live only wholly with you or not at all.KUCHIKI BYAKUYA RESORTED TO AN EXISTENCE OF ISOLATION, THOUGHT TO PROTECT HIM IN HIS HEART’S TIME OF STRIFE. Alas, such discord illustrated in vanquished crevices of BUBBLING SANGUINE and SOFT MARROWS? Nay; in the stream of HOT, UNDISPUTED WEAKNESS that left such slate windows in an assortment of disarray– the UGLINESS OF GRIEF. And thereby this route of heinousness, disruption of currents of stoicism (though did it occur to be such an offense if no one was there to tally the tears?). And should they be so cold to judge; passing cruel mutterings to the person that was Kuchiki Byakuya, when his IMMORTAL BELOVED clung to an existence that would otherwise wish to CONDEMN THEM BOTH. Here, come and witness a man so disarmed– he could have easily been the SUBJECT OF SELF-LOATHING. Beauty, severity– prowess, thus, example; the ravenette could not bring himself to abide by such OTHERWORLDLY DISCIPLINES (and what other world existed when this was the city hidden in the clouds?).
AGONY. AND THE REALITY OF AGONY SOLIDIFIED WEAKNESS, HIS SUBMISSION TO THE THORNS PIERCING HIS HEART. He briefly considered the canines that shone through the deceptive warmth his DEARLY BELOVED, and mused the reaction he would receive for such a pitiful expanse (would you laugh at me?). But in dutiful repose, in defense of sanity existed the TRUTH that applauded his AGONY: for NO OTHER OCCURRENCE COULD PIERCE HIS SOUL SO. And subsequently, chastising himself for rationalizing the PENALTY FOR SNAPPING EACH OF HIS RIBS SO HIS HEART COULD BLEED WITHOUT CONSEQUENCE. The dearly departed, the warmth having been swept away– and they would not allow him to DECORATE THE BRONZEN EXPANSE WITH SALTY EXCESS. What was there to fear, what was there to entice from the motionless– from the STUBBORNLY DECEASED– and there was nothing. NOTHING TO BE EXPECTED BUT THE FURY OF A LOVER WHOSE LOVE WAS TAKEN AWAY FROM HIM.
Be calm my life, my all.
Only by calm consideration of our existence
can we achieve our purpose to live together.INDEED, THE FURY OF A LOVER; BUT HE WANTED NOTHING MORE THAN TO GIVE THE HAPPY DAGGER THE SHEATH OF HIS OWN FLESH. And how selfish could he possibly be? How far has THE HOLY IVORY fallen? The most disturbing of revelation: UNDISPUTED; he cared little for his vision in the eyes of those who would cast him out, or place him among GOLDEN SAINTS. What value belonged to this world anyway? And what was he, if not a FALLEN IDOL for the vile crowd? The ravenette was ruthless when it came to despising the boundaries of his own existence, but the grip upon his heart was so heavy (there was evidence of roots, and if not roots, talons from the clenched hold). And as he had lived with WEEPING HATRED in his heart, the LOVE THAT SHONE IN HIS BELOVED’S EYES recalled an existence that appealed to them both, and them solely. A steady flood, and should he run out of RIVERS OF WATER, HE WILL TURN TO RIVERS OF BLOOD. His physicality having been healed from an authority not his own, but SIMEON’S SWORD PIERCED HIS IMMACULATE HEART ALL THE SAME. OH, KUCHIKI BYAKUYA, OH HOLY MAN OF HEAVIEST SORROWS.
THE TRINKET HIS BELOVED HAD GIVEN HIM BURNED HIS SKIN WITH UNADULTERATED FEELING; it shimmered a different prettiness that could be recalled in the sunlight, and it would not have caught the eye of the beholder should it not have presented a very real pain. A band, silver yet inexpensive, yet everything because it had been bestowed upon him by his DEARLY DEPARTED HEART. Do not remove it, lest you see what I am unprepared for you to witness. OH, BUT ALAS– HIS HEART MURMURED TO THE MEMORY: I’M SORRY MY LOVE, BUT I’M HUNGRY TO LIVE - IT IS IN MY NATURE. Thus, in this seclusion, in this darkness that beheld the light granted by a sliver of sun shining upon brilliant paleness– such a token of disputed affection was removed. He could hear Aizen Sousuke’s disapproval alive and well within his ears (despite them having acquired their own pulse from surging blood).
Oh continue to love me,
never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved.PERHAPS, IF THEY EVER FOUND EACH OTHER AGAIN, HE COULD BEG FOR FORGIVENESS FOR ABUSING HIS LOVE’S LAST WISH; now he only desired to be rid of what caused him pain (and he was indeed, aware of the selfishness of that action). It was INSTINCTIVE, and that was his only defense– and he would have argued that he had no need to be DEFENDED– for he had LOST EVERYTHING. And yet, indeed there was a strange beauty to the SELF-DESTRUCTIVE NATURE OF KUCHIKI BYAKUYA’S GRIEF. The exquisitely pale canvas twisted in a scenario that shunned the world; matted ravenette mass, and escaped strands that clung and KISSED the skin of his elevated cheeks– having been seduced by wetness that was found there (seemingly perpetual was this river). This visual now made familiar, dismissed by the specifications of porcelain touch; HE DRIED HIS TEARS, AND COMBED HIS HAIR WITH HIS ANXIOUS FINGERS. And enter, a newfound glimmer of FAMILIAR PRESENCE, and he surely thought he was going MAD– until he found that the source was the silver band given to him by his callous lover.
AIZEN SOUSUKE, WHOM HE HAD LOVED SINCE HE WAS A CHILD, AND THEREFORE HE COULD NOT RECALL A TIME WHEN THE OTHER WENT WITHOUT HIS LOVE. And Aizen Sousuke, whom had chuckled, smiled or sneered when the ravenette had so willingly admitted his LOVE. Aizen Sousuke, whom had left him (although begrudgingly), only to come back to him. Aizen Sousuke, who had willed for him to live more than anything; HIS IMMORTAL BELOVED. His beloved that could never manifest his own vow until now, his beloved that could never communicate that he too, understood that they were CONNECTED BY A RED STRING OF FATE. Until now. For in that silver band, that had presented itself with a pain that resulted in the recognition of his lover’s reiatsu, had been inscribed and it read:
MY LOVE FOR YOU IS ETERNAL.KUCHIKI BYAKUYA, WHOM HAD SO FREELY GIVEN HIS WORDS, NOW FOUND NONE; what was there to say? AIZEN SOUSUKE HAD DENIED HIM UNTIL NOW; until there was nothing, until he was nothing, and until he had become SICK WITH THE THOUGHT OF LIVING WITHOUT HIM. Composure previously gathered left him; HIS PINK MOUTH ROARED IN A FRENZY OF SILENT SCREAMING.
DAMN YOU.DAMN YOU.DAMN YOU.In fulfilling Byakuya’s wish, he had condemned them– condemned them to DEPENDENCE, but if he was to BURN, HE WOULD BURN WITH NO ONE ELSE.Ever thine
Ever mine
Ever ours.
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