It might seem like

The place where one goes to die

Would be the most unlikely place

To meet someone that makes you

Feel alive again

Well,

Call me an optimist

But that is what I found

When I turned the corner

And saw him standing there

I would be the first

To admit

That he isn’t the nicest

Or the prettiest fish

In the sea

But he became everything

To me while I was

Floating around in this sea of

Hate and despair

Waiting to perish

Past the jokes and playful tones

Aimed at each other's minds

Instead of the weapons

Which would be aimed towards

Our hearts in a day’s time

Were the looks

In your eyes

That made me feel safe again

Even though

I’d been here before

And then

I felt our hearts merge

Past the divides

When we finally collided

On that sparkling silver night

Heat was growing

In time with the beating

Of the things in our chest

That no longer belonged to us

But we didn’t care

We had one another

A promise of safety

One made of newfound trust

In this game of life and death

Passion and longing clouding our thoughts

Last bits of warning 

Fell away into the wind

The ones that told us

The truth that we wouldn’t both

Make it out alive 

The day came

And the bright crimson passion

Rage, desire, hope

Spilt along the docks

Where we met once again

Running away together

Sharing a smile and a twirl

Standing against all of the 

Demons clawing their way towards us

Nothing holding us still

But then came the day

After adorning our new roles

Where we each had to face our demons 

Completely and utterly 

Alone

Sure, we were beside the other

But the pain

And the cries

Coupled with everything in between

Broke our resolves

I wanted nothing but to hold you

Close and tight

And take it all away

Those things you had to do-

No one should ever do

Worst of all,

Those demons we faced

We took it on for each other

Bit back the pain

And kept going

Because like hell

I would go down without a fight

Knowing you are watching me

Tears clouding over your eyes

As the thunder starts to die

In such a short span of time

We became two parts of a whole

Intertwined and connected

The thought of one without the other

Was like the sun without the moon

And that afternoon

We went to face those people

The ones who don’t understand

Connections can be made

In the darkest of times

Together as one we entered

But at some point

We were severed at the hip

Disjointed I stumbled

Waiting to find you once more

And there,

dripping crimson burning passion

I whirl, searching for your kind eyes

Trusting looks

And realize one thing

I truly do love you

And I hope

That I am not too late

To say this to you

Blossoming our connection

Because although only one can live

In the bitter end

The thought of not having you 

By my side when I enter 

Either heaven or hell

Is more bitter than the fact

That the crimson is clouding my eyes

And the words hang on my lips

As I search for you

Across the room

Don’t leave me

Glancing around the training center, the swing weapons station caught Ronan’s eye. He had absolutely no fucking experience with any of the terrifying machines of death that lay around the station, and would rather no how to use one than end up being on the receiving end of one. 

Walking up to the station, he decided that it would be a wise idea to start with the simplest one there: the whip. Picking up the object, he stared at the leather for a few seconds. Perhaps if he was able to master the basics of this weapon, he could apply the same concepts to some of the other fucking machine of death surrounding him. He didn’t know why, but these terrified him more than any of the other deadly weapons in the training center. Sure, some of the other weapons could probably do him more damage, but in the long run any weapon could become his worst nightmare when placed in the hands of the wrong person. 

Laying out the basics like a textbook, the trainer then watched him with an expression that seemed to challenge him. Urged him on to prove that he could do a goddamn thing with the weapon. The last thing he saw before turning to practice on a dummy was her picking up a drink, taking a long sip. 

Oh, so the trainers could drink but he couldn’t while working? So much for fair. 

Only a few minutes had passed, and to say that his progress was minimal would be an understatement. Then he managed to land a decent hit for once, and felt a small grin on his face. Sure, it was small. But it could only improve from there right?