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I was cold, dark, broken. Not in body, but in mind. Light and love were privileges denied to the likes of me. Blades, bruises, blood, breath...that was all my existence. I was nothing but a shell, a shadow of death trained to **** I was the night. She was warm, shining, healing. Her spirit shone like a crimson flower. Her hair was the glowing sunrise that woke me and the fiery sunset that called me home. Soft, sweet, scents, snow-white skin beneath rose-red locks. She was alive, vibrant, trained to love life and save it. She was the light. One touch. One act of compassion, an emotion I didn't even know I had. One act of forgiveness, a foreign sensation that shivered over my skin. A whisper. What's the point of chasing after her? Protector. That was what I became. No longer tasked to take life... But to save it. Guard it. Guard the girl with herb-stained hands and a soft heart. I was no longer me. I was me, but also... Her. I am the knight. Her knight. And I will do anything-- Everything-- To keep her light alive.
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Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 7:33 PM UTC
The Knight and his Healer
I was cold, dark, broken. Not in body, but in mind. Light and love were privileges denied to the likes of me. Blades, bruises, blood, breath...that was all my existence. I was nothing but a shell, a shadow of death trained to **** I was the night. She was warm, shining, healing. Her spirit shone like a crimson flower. Her hair was the glowing sunrise that woke me and the fiery sunset that called me home. Soft, sweet, scents, snow-white skin beneath rose-red locks. She was alive, vibrant, trained to love life and save it. She was the light. One touch. One act of compassion, an emotion I didn't even know I had. One act of forgiveness, a foreign sensation that shivered over my skin. A whisper. What's the point of chasing after her? Protector. That was what I became. No longer tasked to take life... But to save it. Guard it. Guard the girl with herb-stained hands and a soft heart. I was no longer me. I was me, but also... Her. I am the knight. Her knight. And I will do anything-- Everything-- To keep her light alive.
A poem based off of the pairing Obi and Shirayuki from the anime/manga Akagami no Shirayukihime by Sorata Akizuki.
#love#healing#unrequited#anime#manga#fanfic
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ll-hamilton
Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 7:33 PM UTC
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