ā i'll dream each night of some version of you ā that i might not have, but i did not lose. ā - kurasame
For as long as the Tribune could remember, honesty was a scarce quality in that life of his. An aspirant to become Agito was bound to face trials beyond the imaginable, for a messiah would be called forth to fill the empty seat of a savior, yet this world had a tendency of appearing all but salvageable. Every turn of a crisis proved irredeemable.
Traitors infested the Dominion, lies sprawled from even the friends he once considered deeper than family at heart, memories of bygone years were blurry, coated in a thin film of impenetrable fog, just enough to give the sensation that something was supposed to be in its place, coating, hiding all truth behind.
The very feeling that the whole picture was amiss, or worse: missing. Although a reliable figure, the Commanding Officer of Class Zero found himself incapable of relying. He needed to guide without giving; a walking contradiction, an empty carcass of a legend.
His only constant, so far, was Sora.
And what a respite his sole existence meant to Kurasame.
Chocolate locks, traces of lipstick, tourmaline gaze, cheeky smile, problematic temper. Just hearing the steady breathing next to him managed to lift part of the weight crushing his shoulders. He made him feel like he wasn't running out of time.
A cascade of brunette hair created a curtain around for each kiss, each corny word coming out of the cadet's mouth, sat on his lap on the bed as if the Tribune's bedroom didn't reflect his meticulous, solitary and tormented inner world, as if Sora's life wasn't anchoring him to the ground where people existed and life happened.
Kurasame brushed his long brownish hair out of his face with both hands. There were many versions of him out there, versions that died each time a memory was wiped out, gone to be replaced with a man he, with every chunk erased, couldn't recognize in the mirror. He only hoped Sora would mourn what was gone, but never chase after former shadows. Never be a slave of your fears.
Sora ( @bishonenprince ) / Angst words.
