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lucathiaTitle: It's Always You: Nearest and Dearest
Fandom: The Legend of Sun Knight
Words: 1,138
Summary: The Demon King will always hurt those he loves the most. Grisia/Lesus. Prequel to A Slice of Wedding Cake.
Notes: (Did you say there wasn't enough Lesus & Grisia in Cake? Well, here you go.) This comes chronologically before A Slice of Wedding Cake and details Lesus and Grisia's troubles after they decide to get together. Set post-canon. Will be a total of two chapters. This chapter, Grisia's POV, is written by Kiyutsuna. The next chapter, Lesus' POV, is written by Lucathia. Illustration by Kiyutsuna within! Enjoy!
"You. It's always you.
"How foolish, to be bound by such ties!"
A gash on the abdomen, advanced heal.
Cuts along the arms, moderate heal.
Bruises, on the neck, in the shape of fingers. Minor heal.
"I'm sorry."
I dropped my gaze to my hands. I could sense the bits of blood that stained my nails.
It wasn't my blood.
"I'm sorry."
I kept staring, at the blood, at the fingers that matched those bruises perfectly.
"I'm so sorry."
"Grisia."
His voiced sounded raspy. Another reminder of what I had done.
I did this. I did this to him.
I hurt him.
"I shouldn't have lost control so badly." I muttered. "I should have been focused on fighting Roland."
I should have been fighting Roland, and Roland alone. That was the plan, the plan we had stuck with all this time. So why had things turned out like this?
As always, I felt the dark element wash over me the moment I let go of the Divine Sun Sword and Eternal Tranquility. The overflowing darkness drowned everything out, leaving me intoxicated.
Intoxicated and angry.
That was normal. The Demon King had been angry ever since he was sealed. We knew that, we expected it. What we did not expect this time, was for him to direct his anger at one person.
In retrospect, it was beyond clear why it had turned out like this. I stared at his neck, still seeing the imprints my hand had made despite knowing that it was fully healed.
The Demon King will always hurt those he loves the most.
Friends, family, lover.
To him, they're nothing but nuisances, bothersome existences that keep him from being free.
"You. It's always you. How foolish, to be bound by such ties!"
Shoving Roland away with a blast of dark energy, the Demon King only had his eyes on the knight in black.
"If I just kill you, then nobody can restrain me anymore!"
Summoning hundreds of dark blades at will, he fired them at the knight with a wild grin.
"Grisia." He took hold of my hands gently. It was only then that I realized that they were trembling. "Look at me."
I shook my head. I can't, I have to distance myself...
"I don't want to hurt you." My voice came out as a whimper. "I never want to hurt you."
But I already have. These blood stains -on my hands, soaked into his discarded shirt- were solid proof of that.
Sword in hand, the black knight dodged what he could, and struck down the rest of the dark blades. However, the attacks were endless; the Demon King had more than enough dark energy to spend after all. Eventually, one stray dark blade was able to strike the knight's arm hard enough to make him drop his sword. The moment of vulnerability created the opening for another attack to strike the knight right in his middle, sending him flying backwards. Taking this chance, the Demon King flew in close and snatched the knight in black by his neck, fingers digging in hard enough to draw blood.
I should have known better. I should have stayed away. We shouldn't have crossed that line.
I understand. I understand it all, yet... I couldn't do it.
Because I had fallen foolishly, and hopelessly in love with him.
Carefully, he pulled me close, holding me in his arms as if I was something fragile, as if I was the one injured instead of the other way around.
"I know." He said in a soft voice. "It's not your fault."
Somehow, he always knew exactly what I needed. Locked in his tender embrace, surrounded by warmth, as if nothing else existed, just him and me. At that moment, all I wanted to do was to push everything aside and let myself sink into this safe haven.
Just a bit longer, I want to keep falling, I never want to stop falling.
"No." I can't. I can't I can't I can't. "It is my fault.
"Don't you see? I could have killed you. I would have too, if Roland had not pushed me away. I did this to you."
I was shaking, and practically choking on my words by the time I finished speaking.
"I'm here." He murmured as he tightened his hold on me. "Grisia, I'm here. I'm alive. It's alright."
I cannot, I should not, I knew better.
Yet...
Yet at the same time, I was painfully aware of what I wanted.
"Lesus."
With a sob, I let myself fall apart completely. Like a child, I cried uncontrollably, letting all the fear and guilt give way to salty tears. His name fell from my lips like a mantra- a prayer, as I plastered myself against him, holding onto him like a lifeline, one that I never ever want to let go of.
Through it all, he simply held me in that same gentle fashion as before, running a hand through my hair as he murmured soothing words to me. I'm here, it's alright, everything's fine, we'll be fine. I love you.
I did not know how long I cried for, just that by the time the ragged sobs faded into quiet sniffling, I was feeling absolutely drained but considerably calmer. Bit by bit, I loosened my grip on his back, allowing myself to relax.
"Better?" Lesus asked.
I nodded against his shoulder, not trusting myself to be able to speak just yet.
I felt him sigh in relief. A moment later, he spoke again. This time, his voice took on a serious tone.
"When we get back, I will train harder. I will get stronger. Strong enough that I can take on the Demon King alone. Strong enough, so that you don't have to be scared of hurting me anymore. I won't let anything take me away from you Grisia, I promise."
Again, he was able to pinpoint my fears even better than myself. Only Lesus could do that, I have no idea how, but he could read me like an open book. Every thought, every move, all the good and the bad, he knew it all.
Only him. Only Lesus.
"Tapeworm." I mumbled.
"... Heh."
Despite being too tired to use my sensing abilities, I knew that he must be smiling. And in my mind, I could see every detail of his much-too-stiff smile.
I smiled too.
That's right, Lesus is here, by my side, alive and warm and solid- my constant anchor. So how could I let something as trivial as fear get the better of me? To take the easy way out, to run away after all we have been through would be an insult to all Lesus had done for me.
As long as I had him by my side, it doesn’t matter how difficult or dangerous the path will be, it doesn’t matter if we’re walking through darkness or light. Because we had chosen to walk down this path together.
Together, always.
It was truly just that simple.
So, there was only one thing left to say.
"Thank you."
Thank you, for always being the one nearest to my heart. Thank you, for always holding me dear.
Thank you.
For being you.
to be continued
Kiyutsuna: Well it's proven now, anything I write turns into sap... Apparently not even painful angst could be spared from that. *laughcries*
Lucathia: Oh the angst and sap. This is what happens when you want us to write Grisia and Lesus' love story. They make it too easy for it to turn into an angsty sap fest.
Next chapter: Selfish and Foolish
Fandom: The Legend of Sun Knight
Words: 1,138
Summary: The Demon King will always hurt those he loves the most. Grisia/Lesus. Prequel to A Slice of Wedding Cake.
Notes: (Did you say there wasn't enough Lesus & Grisia in Cake? Well, here you go.) This comes chronologically before A Slice of Wedding Cake and details Lesus and Grisia's troubles after they decide to get together. Set post-canon. Will be a total of two chapters. This chapter, Grisia's POV, is written by Kiyutsuna. The next chapter, Lesus' POV, is written by Lucathia. Illustration by Kiyutsuna within! Enjoy!
Nearest and Dearest
"You. It's always you.
"How foolish, to be bound by such ties!"
A gash on the abdomen, advanced heal.
Cuts along the arms, moderate heal.
Bruises, on the neck, in the shape of fingers. Minor heal.
"I'm sorry."
I dropped my gaze to my hands. I could sense the bits of blood that stained my nails.
It wasn't my blood.
"I'm sorry."
I kept staring, at the blood, at the fingers that matched those bruises perfectly.
"I'm so sorry."
"Grisia."
His voiced sounded raspy. Another reminder of what I had done.
I did this. I did this to him.
I hurt him.
"I shouldn't have lost control so badly." I muttered. "I should have been focused on fighting Roland."
I should have been fighting Roland, and Roland alone. That was the plan, the plan we had stuck with all this time. So why had things turned out like this?
As always, I felt the dark element wash over me the moment I let go of the Divine Sun Sword and Eternal Tranquility. The overflowing darkness drowned everything out, leaving me intoxicated.
Intoxicated and angry.
That was normal. The Demon King had been angry ever since he was sealed. We knew that, we expected it. What we did not expect this time, was for him to direct his anger at one person.
In retrospect, it was beyond clear why it had turned out like this. I stared at his neck, still seeing the imprints my hand had made despite knowing that it was fully healed.
The Demon King will always hurt those he loves the most.
Friends, family, lover.
To him, they're nothing but nuisances, bothersome existences that keep him from being free.
"You. It's always you. How foolish, to be bound by such ties!"
Shoving Roland away with a blast of dark energy, the Demon King only had his eyes on the knight in black.
"If I just kill you, then nobody can restrain me anymore!"
Summoning hundreds of dark blades at will, he fired them at the knight with a wild grin.
"Grisia." He took hold of my hands gently. It was only then that I realized that they were trembling. "Look at me."
I shook my head. I can't, I have to distance myself...
"I don't want to hurt you." My voice came out as a whimper. "I never want to hurt you."
But I already have. These blood stains -on my hands, soaked into his discarded shirt- were solid proof of that.
Sword in hand, the black knight dodged what he could, and struck down the rest of the dark blades. However, the attacks were endless; the Demon King had more than enough dark energy to spend after all. Eventually, one stray dark blade was able to strike the knight's arm hard enough to make him drop his sword. The moment of vulnerability created the opening for another attack to strike the knight right in his middle, sending him flying backwards. Taking this chance, the Demon King flew in close and snatched the knight in black by his neck, fingers digging in hard enough to draw blood.
I should have known better. I should have stayed away. We shouldn't have crossed that line.
I understand. I understand it all, yet... I couldn't do it.
Because I had fallen foolishly, and hopelessly in love with him.
Carefully, he pulled me close, holding me in his arms as if I was something fragile, as if I was the one injured instead of the other way around.
"I know." He said in a soft voice. "It's not your fault."
Somehow, he always knew exactly what I needed. Locked in his tender embrace, surrounded by warmth, as if nothing else existed, just him and me. At that moment, all I wanted to do was to push everything aside and let myself sink into this safe haven.
Just a bit longer, I want to keep falling, I never want to stop falling.
"No." I can't. I can't I can't I can't. "It is my fault.
"Don't you see? I could have killed you. I would have too, if Roland had not pushed me away. I did this to you."
I was shaking, and practically choking on my words by the time I finished speaking.
"I'm here." He murmured as he tightened his hold on me. "Grisia, I'm here. I'm alive. It's alright."
I cannot, I should not, I knew better.
Yet...
Yet at the same time, I was painfully aware of what I wanted.
"Lesus."
With a sob, I let myself fall apart completely. Like a child, I cried uncontrollably, letting all the fear and guilt give way to salty tears. His name fell from my lips like a mantra- a prayer, as I plastered myself against him, holding onto him like a lifeline, one that I never ever want to let go of.
Through it all, he simply held me in that same gentle fashion as before, running a hand through my hair as he murmured soothing words to me. I'm here, it's alright, everything's fine, we'll be fine. I love you.
I did not know how long I cried for, just that by the time the ragged sobs faded into quiet sniffling, I was feeling absolutely drained but considerably calmer. Bit by bit, I loosened my grip on his back, allowing myself to relax.
"Better?" Lesus asked.
I nodded against his shoulder, not trusting myself to be able to speak just yet.
I felt him sigh in relief. A moment later, he spoke again. This time, his voice took on a serious tone.
"When we get back, I will train harder. I will get stronger. Strong enough that I can take on the Demon King alone. Strong enough, so that you don't have to be scared of hurting me anymore. I won't let anything take me away from you Grisia, I promise."
Again, he was able to pinpoint my fears even better than myself. Only Lesus could do that, I have no idea how, but he could read me like an open book. Every thought, every move, all the good and the bad, he knew it all.
Only him. Only Lesus.
"Tapeworm." I mumbled.
"... Heh."
Despite being too tired to use my sensing abilities, I knew that he must be smiling. And in my mind, I could see every detail of his much-too-stiff smile.
I smiled too.
That's right, Lesus is here, by my side, alive and warm and solid- my constant anchor. So how could I let something as trivial as fear get the better of me? To take the easy way out, to run away after all we have been through would be an insult to all Lesus had done for me.
As long as I had him by my side, it doesn’t matter how difficult or dangerous the path will be, it doesn’t matter if we’re walking through darkness or light. Because we had chosen to walk down this path together.
Together, always.
It was truly just that simple.
So, there was only one thing left to say.
"Thank you."
Thank you, for always being the one nearest to my heart. Thank you, for always holding me dear.
Thank you.
For being you.
to be continued
Kiyutsuna: Well it's proven now, anything I write turns into sap... Apparently not even painful angst could be spared from that. *laughcries*
Lucathia: Oh the angst and sap. This is what happens when you want us to write Grisia and Lesus' love story. They make it too easy for it to turn into an angsty sap fest.
Next chapter: Selfish and Foolish
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I'm still crying about this and the pic doesn't help in the least
Date: 2014-10-27 09:33 am (UTC)Grisia and Lesus are pure angsty sap~~~ That's what makes me so invested in their ship, ahahaha |DD //masochistic potatoe for life
This is so hnnnnnngh~~ Kiyu, are you trying to kill me~~~~~ Though I know Luca's part won't leave me less emotional. //whispers I love your Lesus POV so much// As much fun as I have with Roland and Ceo, and as much as I wail over semi-immortal undead creature angst, Grisia and Lesus are just the ultimate OTP in the end. Aaaahhhhh~~~ Grisia's angst ist just the kind of angst I love most~~~~~ And my handsome son is so deeply in love with him~~~~~~~~ //holds them both lovingly
And aaaaaahhhh~~~~~ I need to stop staring at this picture, aaah aaaahhhhhh crying Grisiaaaaaaa~~~~~~~
Re: I'm still crying about this and the pic doesn't help in the least
Date: 2014-10-27 09:45 am (UTC)Oh trust me Luca's part is pure Lesus-angstsap-heaven. /o/
Ikr~~~ Grisia/Lesus is the true OTP where everything begins and will be where everything shall end~~ aka when we die of too much bittersweet angst sap yup.
(Without wedding cake Ceo and Roland wouldn't even be such a huge ship for us!! how amazing is that)
I table flipped so much drawing that picture. It took so looooong.... *is now continuing to tableflip while drawing the other half OTL
Re: I'm still crying about this and the pic doesn't help in the least
Date: 2014-10-28 03:45 am (UTC)*bows down*