#002: Sentences

[konyakkutora]

 

Balcony: The design of the stone and metal railings was intricate with engraved stripes, spots, and other symbolisms, but they both could simply enjoy each other’s company standing there with their eyes upon the vast realm he’d created for them both.

Belief: The ones Dlanor had upheld for so long were slowly fading with the countless years passing (and Lo! What shame that it was) so it only seemed right in Sazerac’s eyes that he take and keep them up to date; granted, most hadn’t expected him to twist them in favor of the criminal…

Blessing: He wouldn’t remember meeting the mother cat before meeting the lavender-haired agent; still, the scion of justice had the very smallest inkling that somehow he knew he wouldn't be where he was now if she hadn't offered her small (and probably pitiful) blessing back when he'd been that blind tiger.

Blood: They were created as weapons in the name of those dark crows, yet what had brought them closer was the moment they’d been saddled with murder and spattered with innocent blood.

Bonds: Just because he was very young, perhaps inexperienced, in the terms of this world didn’t mean their bonds would be just as such; that much Sazerac could at least promise her in red.

Breaking: He was well-aware of the blade at his side being the furthest thing from fragile so when he offhandedly shattered the confession of her feelings for him, the confusion that settled in his gut was an unexpected surprise.

Breathing: The expelling of heavy breath upon moistened skin deafened her, not that she minded; sure, she couldn’t hear anyone coming, but the footsteps vibrating from the ground that seemed to increase in intensity urged the once-heavenly agent to at least silence her corruptor with a sharp glare and a rough kiss lest they wished to be caught having a private moment in the broom cupboard.

Burning: Their MO was to leave everything in flames in hopes of perhaps finding a way to drag themselves out of the slime and the mud; Alas! they, too, were left to pursue that path in ashes and rebirth.

Chocolate: She looked old enough that she couldn’t be considered a kid anymore but her sweet tooth was still there, so every now and then he’d hand her a box of assorted chocolates under the excuse that she could still claim to be a kid and enjoy such sweets like one would.

Clouds: In the simplistic space she’d created in his realm, Sazerac felt he could easily lie down and spend an eternity watching the condensed droplets in the sky drift by—so long as she asked and lay right next to him, of course.

Comfort: When he let the Organization use his partner and him to seal his fate in Their clawed hands, the silver-eyed agent oddly found comfort when the heavenly being (who probably hated him with a passion) whose purpose he’d corrupted at least wished his counterpart and him luck for the things that were about to come.

Confusion: “…Ya’re pregnant ‘gain?”

Fear: After awakening from a dream that saw the demise of the sleeping doll at his corrupt paws, Sazerac gently brought her closer and silently resolved that he would learn to restrain himself in the times he demonstrated the violent fury his late counterpart was so well-known for.

Forever: Now that he ascended, he had forever to learn the ways of this world and she would be right at his side teaching him the many ways of how to do just that.

Heaven: Dlanor was an agent of heaven; hell, she’d been Archbishop—was that why it was so enjoyable to bring her down to his sinful level?

Jealousy: "Ya know, ya didn' have ta cut her arm'ff..."

Kiss: The two of them never really gave each other one in public; of course, that was an entirely different matter the moment there was even a thin layer of secrecy where even their lips could viciously shatter it.

Pain: Sazerac was born out of pain, made to do things under it, inflicted others with it through those actions; when he’d ascended and began to do the same things over again he found the former archbishop’s surprise a source of amusement because how could she expect him to change when that had been all that he ever knew?

Question: “Did you want me to find <Mister> Battler so you could deliver the cake BACK?”

Sex: “Mine soul is quite certain that even the horns that brought down the walls of Jericho would be but whispering winds when compared to the deafening explosion that rumbles behind those closed doors.”