finally updating 365
Note: I have finally returned to finish what I started! I’m back on Drabbleday for the time being! Why? Well it hit me when someone posted a fic and it seems some people want there to be more NnoiNel. I’ve felt guilty neglecting Bleach for Gundam 00 for a long time now-and I don’t want my OTP to suffer for it. So I’m back 8D; I will try to write mote separate fics but for now I’m going to focus on continuing this challenge.
Written to the theme: Illusion
T- -
It was a picture he’d woven for himself and for others. A nice image- an idea of who and what he was and why. He told Tesla with pride echoing fiercely in his voice that Neliel being a woman was his reason for despising her so. With all of the ego he could muster he shunned the idea of her being his equal and passionately spoke against every word she would say to him. The idea had become one of certainty in his mind. That was why he destroyed her.
Kneeling before her some 20 years later he felt the same fire in his throat. It burned like his hatred for her. In his gut he kept repeating “I can’t win” but his mind told a different story. It was the same story that his mind would echo again and again when Tesla would ask him if he’d slay his newest victim. His stomach- whatever nuance of a heart he had left as well- would declare such disgusting worms were below him. His mind would recall the words of Neliel Tu Oderschvank and refuse to kill anyone at the thought of rejecting whatever was left of her existence.
He couldn’t bring himself to admit this life he’d given himself was merely an illusion.
Written to the theme: Illusion
T- -
It was a picture he’d woven for himself and for others. A nice image- an idea of who and what he was and why. He told Tesla with pride echoing fiercely in his voice that Neliel being a woman was his reason for despising her so. With all of the ego he could muster he shunned the idea of her being his equal and passionately spoke against every word she would say to him. The idea had become one of certainty in his mind. That was why he destroyed her.
Kneeling before her some 20 years later he felt the same fire in his throat. It burned like his hatred for her. In his gut he kept repeating “I can’t win” but his mind told a different story. It was the same story that his mind would echo again and again when Tesla would ask him if he’d slay his newest victim. His stomach- whatever nuance of a heart he had left as well- would declare such disgusting worms were below him. His mind would recall the words of Neliel Tu Oderschvank and refuse to kill anyone at the thought of rejecting whatever was left of her existence.
He couldn’t bring himself to admit this life he’d given himself was merely an illusion.