Better That We Break
Started from: Figure it Out
Continued from: Goodnight Goodnight
Her presence did not escape his attention.
The second he felt her golden aura descend on the darkened planet he allowed himself to be pulled to her location. She shouldn’t be here. Her Queen had forbidden it. If there was ever one truth about her, it was that she always followed her orders.
So what then was strong enough to make the goddess descend from upon high?
When the luminescent aura of her power faded, she took a few short paces forward before dropping to one knee in front of the steps to the marble altar. White gloved fingers became a tarnished shade of golden brown as her fingertips pressed into patches of dying grass and loose dirt that had once been a lawn of lush green. She remained as still as a statue, not even a twitch of a taut muscle would betray her stillness by causing a shifting of a single strand of hair from where it hung down her back.
Faintly his ears began to pick up a sound coming from her. It was soft at first, the sound of chanting, barely noticeable. A prayer maybe? Then a pained sob released its self and she allowed her body to collapse on the ground. Both knees gave way under her weight, pressing into the grainy ground below them, her chest resting against the tops of her legs while her face and arms disappeared under the wild streams of tendrils that lay strewn out around her. Moonlight shone brightly around her, giving her a radiant appearance against the death coated ground that she rested her body upon.
Could it be she mourned for this planet? Maybe even for its inhabitants? She had spent so much time here as ambassador that maybe she missed the sight of lush fields and the gentle blue of the sky. He could remember his first visit to the green planet and for a moment he faltered.
His eyes greedily took in the sight of the deep forests and the meadow full of tall strands that were later identified as wheat. The smells were all so wonderful the way that they blended together in nature. Even the sounds of the wild birds as they soared across the sky left him nearly awed with the echo of their beautiful song.
He approached her slowly, his boots making no sound as they crossed over the lifeless field. She did not move and it deeply pained him to watch her like this. His Venus should not mourn. She should not be made to be so sad. He crouched behind her, his arm outstretched as if he would brush his fingers through the familiar silk of her mane. Yet something kept him from making contact with her and he instead remained frozen in place.
She gazed at the tall Shitennou and smiled cordially - maybe even a bit flirtatiously. No words were spoken aloud, but it was obvious that a conversation was taking place with their eyes. What fantastic secrets did they share that they wouldn’t dare to speak aloud? Then he saw it, from the corner of his eye. The movement was so subtle that it was a wonder that he hadn’t missed it. She touched him, the tips of their pinkies nearly interlocking. Within the time span of a single breath she had managed to make the intimate gesture with no one being the wiser.
A dull ache burned behind his eyes so lightly that he didn’t notice it.
A single colorful spot momentarily blinded him, the cause appearing to be nothing more than the sun’s glare.
He loved his Princess. He, who was nothing more than a miserable soldier, just another nameless soul when compared to those that he longed to become one of.
His eyes drifted upwards to the altar and the light feeling that held him captive over her vanished. He remembered now why he was here and exactly why she shouldn’t be. Raging anger started to build up inside of him, bright spots momentarily blinding his vision as a tremor passed through his outstretched arm -his fingers feeling as if they still had the urge to touch the tarnished hairs of her golden head. Before he could stop himself from acting any further, he sprung to his feet and unsheathed his sword.
“Whore!”
His voice cut across the open space and echoed off dead tree branches just seconds before his sword plunged through her body.
She had attempted to spring to her feet - twisting her body to face the voice that had been at her back - at a speed that the human eye would have difficulty following, yet it still wasn’t fast enough to outmaneuver her opponent. Her eyes drifted down to the penetrating, and potentially fatal injury before looking back up, staring in disbelief, and wondering how this could have happened.
How could it be that he would be the one to kill her?
Continued in: If I Never See Your Face Again
Continued from: Goodnight Goodnight
Her presence did not escape his attention.
The second he felt her golden aura descend on the darkened planet he allowed himself to be pulled to her location. She shouldn’t be here. Her Queen had forbidden it. If there was ever one truth about her, it was that she always followed her orders.
So what then was strong enough to make the goddess descend from upon high?
When the luminescent aura of her power faded, she took a few short paces forward before dropping to one knee in front of the steps to the marble altar. White gloved fingers became a tarnished shade of golden brown as her fingertips pressed into patches of dying grass and loose dirt that had once been a lawn of lush green. She remained as still as a statue, not even a twitch of a taut muscle would betray her stillness by causing a shifting of a single strand of hair from where it hung down her back.
Faintly his ears began to pick up a sound coming from her. It was soft at first, the sound of chanting, barely noticeable. A prayer maybe? Then a pained sob released its self and she allowed her body to collapse on the ground. Both knees gave way under her weight, pressing into the grainy ground below them, her chest resting against the tops of her legs while her face and arms disappeared under the wild streams of tendrils that lay strewn out around her. Moonlight shone brightly around her, giving her a radiant appearance against the death coated ground that she rested her body upon.
Could it be she mourned for this planet? Maybe even for its inhabitants? She had spent so much time here as ambassador that maybe she missed the sight of lush fields and the gentle blue of the sky. He could remember his first visit to the green planet and for a moment he faltered.
His eyes greedily took in the sight of the deep forests and the meadow full of tall strands that were later identified as wheat. The smells were all so wonderful the way that they blended together in nature. Even the sounds of the wild birds as they soared across the sky left him nearly awed with the echo of their beautiful song.
He approached her slowly, his boots making no sound as they crossed over the lifeless field. She did not move and it deeply pained him to watch her like this. His Venus should not mourn. She should not be made to be so sad. He crouched behind her, his arm outstretched as if he would brush his fingers through the familiar silk of her mane. Yet something kept him from making contact with her and he instead remained frozen in place.
She gazed at the tall Shitennou and smiled cordially - maybe even a bit flirtatiously. No words were spoken aloud, but it was obvious that a conversation was taking place with their eyes. What fantastic secrets did they share that they wouldn’t dare to speak aloud? Then he saw it, from the corner of his eye. The movement was so subtle that it was a wonder that he hadn’t missed it. She touched him, the tips of their pinkies nearly interlocking. Within the time span of a single breath she had managed to make the intimate gesture with no one being the wiser.
A dull ache burned behind his eyes so lightly that he didn’t notice it.
A single colorful spot momentarily blinded him, the cause appearing to be nothing more than the sun’s glare.
He loved his Princess. He, who was nothing more than a miserable soldier, just another nameless soul when compared to those that he longed to become one of.
His eyes drifted upwards to the altar and the light feeling that held him captive over her vanished. He remembered now why he was here and exactly why she shouldn’t be. Raging anger started to build up inside of him, bright spots momentarily blinding his vision as a tremor passed through his outstretched arm -his fingers feeling as if they still had the urge to touch the tarnished hairs of her golden head. Before he could stop himself from acting any further, he sprung to his feet and unsheathed his sword.
“Whore!”
His voice cut across the open space and echoed off dead tree branches just seconds before his sword plunged through her body.
She had attempted to spring to her feet - twisting her body to face the voice that had been at her back - at a speed that the human eye would have difficulty following, yet it still wasn’t fast enough to outmaneuver her opponent. Her eyes drifted down to the penetrating, and potentially fatal injury before looking back up, staring in disbelief, and wondering how this could have happened.
How could it be that he would be the one to kill her?
Continued in: If I Never See Your Face Again