#f: shuthell

[katsukibakugo]

(and the next and the next and the next ...)

Finding them was worse; You could still lose them

[ao3]

They've both had many names across the ages-before and after their first true meeting. When phantom emptiness was finally filled and given a name and a face (those would change with time but the feeling never strayed, never wavered, never changed).

They met as Shut Hell and Yurul.

Have known each other as Sudou and Suzuki.

As Wisteria and Ling.

As Rumen and Zvonimr.

As Sohrab and Aoide.

Yet never met as Altan and Tarana.

As Sienna and Chantal.

As Rohit and Song for Me.

They have lived and loved unconditionally.

They have died beside the other.

They have lived and loved slowly, slowly but surely.

They have died oceans apart.

They have died unaware, never despaired for the not known.

They died together yet apart, ripped from each other.

They know what that pain is like, but never remember it once they close their eyes for that last moment, before the new start.

They don't remember the next time, they don't know.

Not like Shut Hell knows Sudou.

Not like Suzuki knows Yurul.

They don't know the rest, the countless names and faces

Yet they know enough.

A gut feeling- soul deep truth.

They'll keep the other safe.

In this life and the next.

(and the next and the next and the next ...)