Inuyasha "String of Soul" Kikyou/Kagome
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quirkysmuseFandom: Inuyasha
Title: String of Soul
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Supernatural/Introspective
Pairing: Kikyou/Kagome
Warnings: none
Word Count: 181
String of Soul
There is something about Death.
There is something about it that hovers in the sky, looming over the heads of the living – a reminder of short-lived days and lives far gone.
It grips, twists, and tears through the timeline – reconstructing, reinventing and remolding clay that could never dry, a sculpture that has no finish.
A life will extinguish, but rise again from the ashes – different, raw, and blank to fresh brush strokes of potential anew.
There is something about Life.
It begins kicking and screaming – anxious and vicarious. It radiates youth, skips through a stone world and defines all those around it. Life brings color; Life brings song; Life brings Love.
And with Death, an extinguished candle in the dark, Life sets it aflame. And cherry-flavored lips of youth cover over the dry lips of the dead – both sucking within them the string of Soul – bringing all regressions together as one, many bodies into one endless kiss.
There is no Kikyou. There is no Kagome. There is no line of definition.
There is only one mold that combines them both – indefinitely.
Title: String of Soul
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Supernatural/Introspective
Pairing: Kikyou/Kagome
Warnings: none
Word Count: 181
String of Soul
There is something about Death.
There is something about it that hovers in the sky, looming over the heads of the living – a reminder of short-lived days and lives far gone.
It grips, twists, and tears through the timeline – reconstructing, reinventing and remolding clay that could never dry, a sculpture that has no finish.
A life will extinguish, but rise again from the ashes – different, raw, and blank to fresh brush strokes of potential anew.
There is something about Life.
It begins kicking and screaming – anxious and vicarious. It radiates youth, skips through a stone world and defines all those around it. Life brings color; Life brings song; Life brings Love.
And with Death, an extinguished candle in the dark, Life sets it aflame. And cherry-flavored lips of youth cover over the dry lips of the dead – both sucking within them the string of Soul – bringing all regressions together as one, many bodies into one endless kiss.
There is no Kikyou. There is no Kagome. There is no line of definition.
There is only one mold that combines them both – indefinitely.