I'm no star, no distant light your hands can't reach! I'm here, the other half of you, aren't I? The darkness to your light, or perhaps the light to your darkness. We live so honestly now, branded in absolutes and grounded in our humanity.
What if I offered myself?
What if my pride meant nothing and I threw myself at your feet?
If I lowered myself from the perceived heavens to reside beside you on earth, would you reach out your hands? Would you claim me, if I was freely offered?
[Eichi is surely too stubborn to entertain such a fantastic notion, but Wataru is curled up now and his breathing is shallow, anticipating the rejection, the reassurance that his own desires are nothing but fantasy.]
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I'm no star, no distant light your hands can't reach! I'm here, the other half of you, aren't I? The darkness to your light, or perhaps the light to your darkness. We live so honestly now, branded in absolutes and grounded in our humanity.
What if I offered myself?
What if my pride meant nothing and I threw myself at your feet?
If I lowered myself from the perceived heavens to reside beside you on earth, would you reach out your hands? Would you claim me, if I was freely offered?
[Eichi is surely too stubborn to entertain such a fantastic notion, but Wataru is curled up now and his breathing is shallow, anticipating the rejection, the reassurance that his own desires are nothing but fantasy.]