In the night I whisper your name
In the night I hold you to me
And wait for you to appear
You ran if to meet the moon.
It was a dream, he remembered.
A voice called out and those were the words uttered.
He remembered glancing at her enthralling beauty as she was swept away by the darkness.
He ran as if to meet the moon.
He often found himself looking at her.
It wasn’t intentional. He kept repeating that in his head. But every once in a while, he found his eyes glance at her direction.
Had he been bewitched? Was his mind playing tricks? He didn’t understand.
But he found himself looking. At the little things she did. The small things she said.
How a knot would appear between her brows when she would come back from her patrol. How she would sigh, her eyes close as she would inhale, her chest heaving and sinking with every deep breath. How she would push those golden locks of hers behind her ear, her eyes scanning those papers in her hands as she read every single detail mentioned. How she would bow her head slightly in gratitude at her comrades after a long and tiring day. How his little teasing comments would make her pale cheeks flush with bright pink as she would turn away in embarrassment. How she would turn back at him once again, her eyes piercing and challenging before his vision goes black. How a small smile would adore her beautiful face when she would hear little kids playing on the streets.
But what always took his breath away was the way he would find her sometimes looking at him. She is a witch, he found himself saying in his head for he had completely fallen in her trance. He would again find himself looking, as if she was a fleeting dream just like that one, as if she was going to disappear with the daybreak. So, he looked. At the way her lips moved with every word she spoke. At the way those small, white creases glistened in her amethyst orbs, making his heart race a little faster while he wondered whether he had ever seen such mesmerizing jewels in his life.
He was a fool, he knew. But with every sigh and every touch and every glance and every smile, he didn’t mind becoming the biggest fool in the entire universe.
Her presence sometimes made him wonder how a coward like him could walk beside her?
Her shoulders still carried the pain, the betrayal, the burden. And yet, she never stopped. She never blamed the world for the suffering it had caused her and walked forward, a smile so warm it could melt any pain away.
He remembered those words he once said to a man, “This whole time, there was only ever a pathetic little spider, spinning threads into the sky while gazing at the distant moon.”
Was he just another moth, wandering in the dark, blinded with the light which glimmered upon the night sky?
But her voice would break his chain of thoughts. And when his lost eyes would meet her kind ones, he would walk back to her as if that was all he could see, even in perfect daylight.
Perhaps, he was a moth fluttering around her light.
And he would never mind getting lost in it.
He didn’t know whether Gods and deities exist. But she was there. And he only worshipped her.
At long, cold nights, he would often find his sweat-drenched body wrapped in her arms as she rocked him back and forth.
“It’s alright.” She would whisper. “I’m here.”
He still dreamed of the dead. Sometimes even her. She would be covered in red and no matter how much he screamed, she could no longer hear him.
But she was there. And her voice was a lullaby to his ears, putting him back to his slumber, screams and wails of the dead now replaced with a song he might never hear.
With every touch he placed on her bare skin, he remembered every single line gracing her body. Every scar that marked her pale skin, he would trace them with his fingers before kissing them softly.
Her nails would only dig deeper in his back, forming red, crescent-shaped marks all over as he continued to whisper sweet nothings in her ears.
Her name was his mantra, and she was his shrine. And with every pressing touch and ghostly kiss, breathy moans would escape her lips as she found her arms tightening around his shoulders, clinging to him for her dear life.
His name was all she could chant and he, with every thrust would pray, pray to the universe, pray to her to never stop calling him.
She was not a witch. She was a goddess.
He was not stuck in a trance. He was now devoted.
And with every breath and every sob and every smile and every pain, he made a promise to himself. He would worship her for the rest of his life.
He never desired much in his life, never asked for the impossible to happen during his existence. He was a nomad by heart but there was an exception. If he ever wanted to hold something so badly in his life, it was her in his arms. The foreign emotion that continued to linger in his chest, he didn’t know when it first appeared. But he knew it was never going to disappear.
She was impossible to hold, impossible to reach, her path could never converge with his. And yet, he found himself yearning for her.
He knew he was foolish. He knew he ran after the moon. And it scared him, made his heart throb in such an unknown pain when he thought she would be gone once the morning comes up.
But every time, he found himself sighing in relief.
With their limbs muddled under the sheets, the moon never left his side.
A/N: Hello everyone! So, yeah. I decided to write another fic and this time it’s completely Gintoki-centric. I was listening to this song “Foolish Love” by Allman Brown (the lyrics I used at the beginning are from this song, go check it out if you want) and this inspired me to write this fic. I hope Gintoki doesn’t appear too OOC in here but to be honest, I always kinda felt that he really admires Tsukuyo and when he finally realizes that he’s fallen for her, he’d be scared a little and maybe he’d feel a bit insecure. Because of the life styles they lead and how Tsukuyo is almost unattainable. Hope you guys enjoyed it. Thank you for reading ^-^!
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