Title :: Catechisms
Prompt :: April 2nd, “great charity, bad tactics” [
31_days]
Characters/Pairings :: Chrome, Hibari, abstract mentions of Mukuro; 6996 implied
Rating :: PG
Warnings :: Set TYL.
Wordcount :: 130
Summary :: When her gaze finally manages to focus, she understands that this is not the face of a god.
When her gaze finally manages to focus, she understands that this is not the face of a god.
It is not benevolence that she looks for, but rather something that inspires belief - not the shepherd leading sheep to safety, but the sheathed sword that says There is no slaughter but from my own hand, and the fact you see this means you are in my favour.
This man is neither, an untamed maelstrom that seems more raw potential than deity; a dizzying swirl of chaos from which she senses anything could be birthed. A nucleus of the universe, perhaps, but not the universe itself.
Not her universe.
And it is not the charity of breath she seeks now, but only the reason for her heart to continue beating as well.