#worlduniter

the first time, entailed a glance; nothing more than a fleeting second of time to capture the beauty that was hidden for years– a boy naive, pure; so trusting of enemy & ally alike. a foolish, starry-eyed child that the outlaw yearned to crush.

the second, was no less enticing. the princeling’s first kill; a child left distraught, a blank canvas now spoiled by the crimson essence of human life. despair & fright clouded such wonderful eyes, leaving a child to question the ground of his morals– a beautiful sight in the eye of an individual eager to succumb to sadism. 

come the third, the outlaw bore witness to a child blossoming into a man of deceit; a mouth pure, poisoned by the toxin of a liar. a silvertongued snake, coercing the language of corruption to avert the shadows from the tainted ray of hope that composes the princeling.

by the fourth, it is a mere smile that steals the oxygen from his lungs. a small, burst of genuine youth curved upon such unfair lips. such raw innocence in a man hardened by war was hard to come by & for once, the outlaw didn’t want to take that away.

then there is the fifth time, a time where kamui isn’t even around; a moment when the outlaw found time for himself– alone in the shadows, only left with his thoughts. where the mind could only think of how the princeling could never be his-- how there was no merit to holding the heart of such a vile man. yet despite such a disappointing revelation, it made him yearn for kamui even more.

symbol kiss meme. // not accepting.             a kiss on a scar / bruise.

it sticks out like a sore thumb, the blemish that marred such beautiful skin. suppose that’s why the outlaw was so drawn to it; after all it did look like it HURT. the bruise expanded along kamui’s side, almost a good few inches in width & practically the length of niles’ hand. 

an injury that told a tale of the frequent dance of battle; the fruit of an enemy MERCILESS to a crown-shadowed child. through the eye of its beholder, it was a beauty of its own-- accenting the host with whispers of pain & triumph.

meme.

There’s a moment’s pause. Not long enough to be poignant, but enough for Azura to shift her golden eyes from their surroundings and match his own. Her heart initially is warmed. Warm because ultimately, things she knew, believed, would be well. Her time with him and the others, comrades all, had given her belief in that. Had fueled what had been a small ripple of hope in her heart into a great stream, flowing out, far beyond her own existence. It had found a spring within Kamui, a place to grow out and flow, because the dream was shared. Now among countless others. What had been a silent wish, had become something greater than either of them. 

Yet therein lay the second emotion, a weight that would forever be unheard by any. It would be one of the many things, she would carry alone. Yet it did not hurt as much as she thought it might. Hearing something that to him, in time, he would not think was entirely true. Was it because her pain would result in hope? That her pain was borne out of belief and action? Already a few moments had paused before she’d even answered, still quietly observing him, in that gently serious gaze he’d come to familiarize as her regular look. That is, until she smiled.

“ It will. Everyone will see days of peace instead of war, from now on, very soon. It will not be easy, and there will be struggles ..”  A hasty pause. “ There will be sorrow as well. But above all, so many people will know happiness instead of the pain that we’ve known ..that all of us have known. That’s what makes it part of living, doesn’t it, Kamui? I realize the concept of true happiness more than I have ever known it.  Before this darkness ends..I want to thank you. I did not always believe it would be alright – if ever. But I know now, that it will be. The path that has lead us all here has taught me so.” 

She tried to imagine it. A world where even Nohr, a place of such brokenness in her shortened life would be something to celebrate as much as Hoshido. Where people would work over tables instead of conspiring against blades, where those that had once been captors could lay down their weapons for a while and eat at the table. It hurt in part, to imagine it. Because ultimately she would not be by their terms ‘alright’. Azura would not even be there to see such celebrations. The long and arduous road at the end of a war. 

But she had seen the beginning of the sun rising, and within this ephemeral life, would be able to say she could see glimpses of it in the people dearest to her. In their resolve to continue through their hardships. 

Even if the cost was being nothing more than a small, quiet memory.

“ I am not always best at expressing my emotions as you are, Kamui. But in this moment, I am truly, truly happy – truly thankful for knowing you. Let’s see this through to the end, together – and to a new beginning. I look forward to watching every moment of it with you. ”