Heliocentrism [July 23rd] [Saya/Tohru] [X/1999]
Title :: Heliocentrism
Prompt :: July 23rd, “she is the breath in your lungs” [31_days]
Pairing :: Saya/Tohru
Rating :: PG
Summary :: She does not bear the weight of loneliness or of the world.
She does not think, I am dead.
She does not think, This is a dream.
She does not remember those final moments, scattered in pieces across the floor, heart and lungs and hands and blood so much detrius like brittle sun-burnt leaves.
And she does not bear the weight of loneliness or of the world.
The world was not hers to save, she knows, and neither would she have saved it if she could. Not when she could not so much as see the world; saw only the swirling cosmos of dark hair and shining starpoint flashes of eyes, saw only her and herself held so closely in her centre.
And she knows that this is what she was born to serve, the best thing that she could give to the world.
There is no need for saving, so long as there is her.
Prompt :: July 23rd, “she is the breath in your lungs” [31_days]
Pairing :: Saya/Tohru
Rating :: PG
Summary :: She does not bear the weight of loneliness or of the world.
She does not think, I am dead.
She does not think, This is a dream.
She does not remember those final moments, scattered in pieces across the floor, heart and lungs and hands and blood so much detrius like brittle sun-burnt leaves.
And she does not bear the weight of loneliness or of the world.
The world was not hers to save, she knows, and neither would she have saved it if she could. Not when she could not so much as see the world; saw only the swirling cosmos of dark hair and shining starpoint flashes of eyes, saw only her and herself held so closely in her centre.
And she knows that this is what she was born to serve, the best thing that she could give to the world.
There is no need for saving, so long as there is her.