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           @antinomos  : ‘ you know me by heart . it infuriates me that you know me by heart . ’ // naoya !

            Within a sanctum built upon blossoms, small children once ran, becoming lost deep within the labyrinth. Through every petal poised && fiendish, she held onto a glimmer of light. When the days grew long && responsibility weighed upon her petite shoulders, she looked to him, knowing that in time the union of their bloodlines would relinquish them from suffering. How long ago was it? Before either was a thought, they cursed one another in feudal spats, she pondered the possibility was it not love that bore such malice? The shadows could not entwine with what remained intangible. Apparitions that only spoke of such misery, self inflicted or pulled apart from their adored sons, wondrous creatures require great sacrifice. She never wanted it, to hold his hand && laugh like they once did, where his words were sweeter than sugar upon the tongue. Hesitation that lingers, what is this monster that stands before a ravenous hound? Butchered && torn apart, the spirit, flesh, bondage that she wore to subdue the soul that was not yet ready to emerge or merely to clip her wings. “I know” he scowls, she smiles, the same dance they have always swayed to even when the melody no longer is there.

         Hands that cusp his jawline, she always loved his eyes, the way they tenderly gazed upon her as a boy now they burned with conviction; glory, the wolf proclaims, because weakness is not an option it is a fate worse than death. You are the only one who seeks me when I wish to fade, it lingers on the tongue like delicate poison, has she always been dead? Slumbering in the echoes of nocturnal bliss, but the moon loves the hound, loyal && faithful. In another life, she would sit faithfully by his side, the pious wife that no longer wore her martyrdom like a shield, or maybe she would be nothing, the bliss of mundaneness. The land speaks of two lovers torn apart from separate homes, who walked with utmost power && might, destined to unite && fated to ruin.

          “Because your heart is my home && I am too selfish to let go” when the summer faded, no longer running through her veins, the wayward daughter would grasp the silk of her tattered robes && return home. Amongst the towering shadows, where the snow glimmered && the everlasting winter led all to desolation, she was safe. Wasn’t it that way before? The snarling grins && caustic eyes, round cheeks of children that learned quickly, without might - you cannot protect anything. Her grasp is firmly, tenderly holding him to her bosom, orange blossom && sandalwood - warmth like a tender flame that traces against her skin. He is still a Zen’in, the voices of a distant past would furiously proclaim, the heir no less! Yes, the depths of the shadows would drive her to mania if she allowed it, wouldn’t her presence cause the same affliction? That was their demise, obsession that replaced each fading dream. There were moments she wished to profess, if there was a life she would have chosen it was the immature fantasy that they once conjured up. Godhood is lonesome, though she never desired it, the sacrifice upon an altar she did not build && willing cast in hopes to fulfill the yearning of others.

        They had lost something, precious && innocent, she wished they were children again coiled together underneath the wisteria tree, the sheen of lavender that protected them from the outside world. “I love you, my dear husband…” green, she remembered, peering back into her own shy gaze && when he smiled, she could see tomorrow. “I remember the boy you were, who learned each step with diligence && whispered sweet nothings when I was scared, a luxury you bestowed upon me” the corner’s of her lips turned upwards as she kissed his temple softly.

         “Even when you became the heir && no longer could tell me such wondrous things, then the head of the Hei, I still loved you dearly. Naoya, the nostalgia that is held in high regards is not because of fanciful wishes I made in girlhood but because it is true, we are not destined to succumb so easily - you are not a man that will yield && I am no docile wife, that is why we converge into one. The evening glory cannot bloom without the darkness, yours is the only one I wish to blossom in, even if it means my demise”