ire boy, fire boy, one with the dire empath, boy; grieving boy, melancholy boy; boy turned to coal / reduced to ash by the sheer intensity of his love; forgiving boy, forgotten boy, the one left to rot, boy; the never-gives-up boy, the dies-for-his-loved-ones boy,
the knows-not-when-to-end boy.
` but then— ´ wonders he, wandering fingers, gentle and delicate, framing with fingers the visage of a sombre mirage, ` —what of you ? if you we are so intertwined like you say, then … ´
reincarnate boy, phoenix boy, one with feathers that cut deep, boy; and perhaps spirits know not of being corporal, yet why is it that when his touch fades away, he leaves with singed fingertips ? spiteful spirit, forgotten spirit, heart left rotten, spirit; i think, i think, i think it is because deep within this corpse lies a core that craves to be real so that it may fade / disappear from the cadaver it resides within.
` i do not think even a little of my sadness can do much in the wake of yours. and if my tears should be the price, then so be it. ´
perhaps, so, ocean boy; boy whose heartbeats beat in tune to the tides of june. ( but boy, don’t you know that what coaxes the phoenix to die is the heartbeat of your ocean ? ) — boy turned to coal / reduced to ash by the sheer intensity of your love; a love like the ocean, a love like the sun; the i-won’t-give-up-on-you boy, the i-would-die-for-you boy,
the knows-not-when-to-end boy.
the heart which it beats in / merely. / stops. / moving.
When Hikaru falls in love with a being of stars & comets, there are things that will never be understood. Star flecked grin is tasted by black hole feelings, there is only a pull & there is a brightness that is tucked within. Too bright & burns at prayers that are marked by heavens touched feelings.
Ghosts of fingers reach up & tangled in the others hair, his halo slice Hikaru’s palm & how ruby stained ichor runs down the palm & it hurts, but mending will come with time. The reincarnate boy will leave so abruptly that he is gone almost before Hikaru blinks. The last thing Hikaru will see will be Tooru standing in the doorway, a terrified expression on his face & blood in his hair.
❝ There will be more than tears to pay. ❞
Nights spent tangled in sheets & summer breeze fluttering curtains. Talking about stars & suns & galaxies light years away, about how the universe looks like a blooming garden. The topics that were supposed to be voice tucked under the tongue. Now, Hikaru understands why planets are called celestial bodies & the imagery rushes to his mind. The way that his mouth curls in at the sides, of all the puckered scars, that criss-cross his hips & of the graceful arch on the palm of his hand.