it's late. the sky is speckled by stars and kira's tired. and as she laid there, with ian by her side, soiling the fresh snow with her blood, she could only keep repeating 'i love you, i love you, i love you.' and perhaps that's how a whole, enormous world can be created. out of five vowels and three consonants. a world she wouldn't live to see.
the first few days were rough, to say the least. kira was in and out of consciousness --and the time spent awake, she screamed, because the nightmares didn't stop, because they wouldn't let her see him, because they wouldn't tell her anything about his condition. she would have cried, but the sobs were drowned out by the pain in her chest--
she would have cursed god himself out, but kira was past believing that there was something greater than man, because when she was dying, her crimson blood spilling on the snow, she didn't see a light, or st. peter waiting by the gates. all she saw was dark, not comforting or soothing, not even scary, just darkness. she was cold until she wasn't.
kira wouldn't call @nomanslannd a soulmate. she didn't believe in divine intervention, or chance. she willed this. knit the threads of fate one by one until they spelled his name. he loved him intentionally, with every bit of conscience she was born with.
the nightmares still didn't stop. she jerked awake, the sudden movement making the pain in her chest spread rapidly until there was nothing but pain and fear. she pressed her back against the bedframe, throwing her head against it. a part of her knew she was safe now, in bed with ian, but the other, less logical part of her brain was back there, outnumbered in the snow.
