— ATONEMENT. ⁽ ᵃᵖ ⁾

                        ( サンゴ ) —- She hated it. Hated the expression on his face, the compassion and patience and understanding that all but saturated his very essence. Hated that even in a world not her own, she was trapped by the making of her own, same mistakes. This had to be some form of hell. A warped and cruel damnation that toyed with her heart.                    No. This one, this man with sad eyes who sought to deter her couldn’t liberate her; he wouldn’t absolve her from the crimes she had already committed, and would have no choice but to continue committing.  No one could save her. Not anymore. Sango was beyond saving, and that’s what she saw in those lavender eyes. Only wanting to help.

HE had been too persuasive; too smart and held in his possession now, and used like a leash and girdle to direct her every move, was the fragment of the shikon jewel that had come through with her. The moment he found out why she so desperately needed it… His little Dog of War, would become suddenly expendable and insignificant. With a snarl, she lunged into action, spurred by helpless anger, burning tears and consuming frustration,

                           “I know what I’m doing, no one asked you to save me!” It was too late.

          No such thing as pleading, the gaze in his eyes are unwavering in their need to liberate. To see this YOUNG LIFE spiraling into a whirlpool of his own mistakes when there was a chance that he could have even stopped that outcome in the first place... that undying empathy left HIS SCARED HEART aching in ways that he would never believe it would hurt again. He is too young to look like he knows much, too old to ever reach out a hand to her, and too much too wary about what she feels that his mind is becoming one with hers. And the pain she feels is unbearable, likened to his and yet so different. It burns like the lamps that light THE LONELY STREETS of towns he passed by, ebbing away.

          Back then, there were no hands to guide him, no strangers to tell him which path to take. It was all a feat of a tired soul and an aching body, one that grew out of his old shell of mistakes and made an attempt to walk on the path of A WANDERER, no matter how painful those scars from the past had burned. He can be that to her now, and though she would not let him, he knew that it stemmed from something far greater than he ever expected.

HE CRUMBLED LIKE A BROKEN THING, wounded far more than any physical swing may have ever dealt him. he carries ghosts between his teeth, sighs in his throat. phantom limbs fall against his side but he still speaks slowly … solemnly. he stumbles in the dark. from so much grief there can only be so much healing but she can be stubborn & will not let him wander alone anymore : though the swallow has flown far it finds its way home once again.

❛  you were forgiven long ago …  ❜  her presence is more real, more tangible where she settles near him, maw brushing against his stained cheek. speaking with voices rather than one whole sound, for hers is countless & nameless. the low hum of her wolfish lungs solidify her form beside his collapsed frame. she seeks to comfort the lonely warrior who knows nothing else other than his own blood & the blood he has spilt. there is no world but this ; only the endless warm wood & her myriad blessings.

❛  do not clip your wings so soon, you must fly free.  ❜  

          It comes from somewhere, surely — akin to the breeze that comes on the hottest of summer days, like the ray of sunshine amidst the FALLING SNOW. A glow that touches his chest and softens the blow he has inflicted upon himself, soft and kind. A touch that he has not felt since the faraway days of his happiness that he no longer believes exists, and that wallowing pain of the absence of such fleeting things weighs down his feet and anchors him to the aching earth. 

pain overwhelmed her senses, but it is not her own. there is a ghost behind his eyes, searing nerves & sitting on his chest like a sack of stones. his breath is stolen not by the battles he has fought but by the sacrifices he has made, each phantom limb aligns itself with his lungs &he can no longer sing. it brings her sorrow, sorrow for the soul he once kept & grief for the man who is now bruised.

❛  roo … ❜  she whines, low & soft, making sure not to strike fear inside his already bleeding heart. what stands before him now is the beast from before, yet she felt immense  — vast. her gaze felt almost endless as it looked upon his cradled form. she shakes her wintry maw, letting loose whispers curl & flowers soften.

you are haunted …

♡     @korosazu  /    your scars run deeper than bone.

          The feeling of raw, burning energy seeping through his flesh and tearing him apart from the inside is not a new sensation to his roaming feet and tired hands.  Though he believes what he does is for the greater glory of his REDEMPTION, there are nights such as these when the TRAGEDIES of before overwhelms him and screams that it is not enough ! It will never be !

                          ( サンゴ ) —- I can help you… She could still hear his voice, and despite her better judgement, had listened. But you have to do something for me, first.       Of course she had to. So here she was, in a country she knew but didn’t and facing off against some really powerful men. Not Yokai fortunately, but on some days she almost missed it. Anger built, because she knew she was being used but couldn’t at present, do a thing about it. Too little, too late. But it was his words, not that they hit close to home, because they did—but because it resonated elsewhere with a clarity that stung with the bitter needle of past mistakes.

                                    “Shut up. You wouldn’t understand.”

          There it is, beyond the DARK COLOURS of her eyes and the stone walls around her HEART — crushing pain. Something from the past that cannot be undone, wishes that were almost fulfilled, promises that were broken, all long before the destruction of her kind heart, replacing it with that clad in armour, wielding swords, with the POWER to mow down all that stands in her way simply because she is not ready for the world. A mistake that he wants to change not only in her, but in himself. 

        ❝ I-I … If I… You bet I do…❞ The young Saint’s response came in a small, broken pant along with a nod and an exhausted smile. Not only for Athena: he fought to see his lost sister again. He couldn’t die before finding Seika. It only made the boy fight with even more heart - and boy, did he have a gold one!  ❝ Who are YOU? ❞

         Doe brown eyes stared at the stranger and he tilted his head out of confusion.  ❝… Have you watched my training? For how long? ❞

          His breathing — ragged and beaten and pained — is fueled by the hot blood running through his body, pumped by A HEART that was much more powerful than any other person he had ever seen. The grin he gives that paints his face is one that he displays tirelessly, and his eyes shine like BRIGHT STARS against a dark night sky. ❝ Who this one is makes not for an interesting conversation, that it does not. What does make an interesting conversation, however, is you. ❞

                  ❛   you  know  what  they   say   ,     ❜     a   beginning  laced  with   deep  a   sigh   ,       query  given  far too  many  times    that SILVER  has  grown   rather  accustomed to  it .          ❛    what  grows up  here  ,        grows  down  there  as  well .    i  don’t  think  a  fully  aligned   Χ     accounts  for  normality  either   ,   ya  think  ?   ❜

        but … …     they won’t see who’s reporting

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