her blood was always a decoration waiting to happen, just as his hands were fated to clasp the sword buried in her gut.
always some righteous reason as a front, but it was the same old game again and again.
cat and mouse. rabbit and wolf. the adrenaline rush of their duels… it simply never got old. always a challenge, always something unexpected yet familiar. no one else could compare, nor keep up, much less understand what drove them to this level of obsessionーa seemingly endless cycle of love and hate triggered at the flip of a switch.
it wasn’t so difficult to understand if you paid attention, though. the answer waits in the air around you; find it still and they’ll be searching for that thrill. feel its static and their trust is automatic. the ebb and flow matches the currents of the server itself, of course. activity. they always understood this to be of utmost importance, and if no one else could, they’d fill the role of motivation via enemyship for each other.
crossing blades; falling into his arms… not much of a difference, really. at the end of the day, everything is an act of love. the spark of life that keeps them both going, driving them to do better… and dragging the server along for the ride.
two halves make the whole world turn.
