Amongst the sun and the moon, loathing lies in the solar power of the universe, leaving its lover pick sides. But the moon's blind, lives off the dim light of fiery rays, it'll never choose.
Reaching the unknown took forever. Rafe despised every minute of it, sitting in the middle of the Pogues and a girl he's afraid of trusting. It made him look like he's surrendering to a fate that's not his. The more they melted into the vacancy of the hungry road the more he wished he had something to kill them all with. On the road he'd sneak some looks at Dune, whose eyes were closed the whole trip. They haven't reached the right place yet, the unknown didn't feel right, but they had no choice. Dune refused to open her eyes, she wanted to devour the glitching images of that day for one last time, not just that day, but the way Ward's bullet created a galaxy in Rafe's thigh, the way she tied up Ward to Barry's bike, the way they're all looking for the villain. She saw her face and smiled, this is death.
JJ, Kiara and Pope spent most of the time sleeping and taking shifts on who gets to drive. Neither Dune or Rafe wanted to drive, it's not like anyone asked them, you don't ask a criminal to drive you to the unknown.
"Dune, open your eyes." whined Rafe, running his finger across her cheek. She shuddered, his ring widened an open wound, she hated the power he had over her. She tried to piece her ideas together, she's going somewhere where no one knows their name, no one knows what they look like, they can walk freely in streets full of unfamiliar faces, but that doesn't mean they weren't going to be watched. Eyes will tear their skins like knives, they had nothing to protect themselves with. Dune shook her head at him, squinting her eyes even harder, the image of that day and her face were fading away.
"I'd rather close my eyes forever instead of looking into yours for hours." she whispered, wanting to save what's left of the paralyzed star in her eyes, otherwise it'll explode, the art of eye contact. Looking into his eyes brings death to its knees, she had to act with caution.
"You're not afraid I might kill them all and leave you here?" he breathed against her skin, he couldn't care less if he's going to create a crisis, crisis runs in his blood. She didn't flinch, as if her soul sneaked out of her body and ran for its life. Rafe didn't want to chase Sarah anymore, he couldn't chase what's buried underground as well, he didn't even have to chase someone new, she's sitting right next to him.
"If you leave, I'll know. I'll hunt you down and chase the coldness of the this earth, warmth doesn't exist when you're around. The earth will have wrinkles growing all over its cheeks, if you leave."
She smiled afterwards, bringing her face closer to his, she's gotten used to see through velvet darkness. Brushing her lips against the corner between his lips and cheek, she sighed. He cursed underneath his breath, pulling out the one thing that'll help them survive. That'll help him survive. He trailed the gun they exchanged against her thigh, letting it slowly pave in a way to land on her lap. She jolted, one way or another, he wanted to destroy her.
Opening her eyes, she gasped. She coughed out rose thorns, feeling her brain beam with electricity, her brain electrocuted her being. He wasn't done yet, he slipped his ring in her finger, all the way down.
"This ring gave me scars, all the scars you've seen are because of this ring and this gun." He said, smiling as he kissed the ring on her finger, exchanging a farewell. If he wanted to fall off his throne, then he must give his all to her. She shook her head, wanting to take off the ring but he refused, intertwining her fingers with hers. Powerful, possessive, obsessive.
"I don't want it, Rafe."
"We're not the same, it won't give you scars. I am here, in front of you, isn't that a sole scar?"
"You're wrong. I've been scarred by everyone but you."
Giving his hand a gentle squeeze, the sweetest moments don't last forever. She gave in and looked into his eyes, to hell with the paralyzed star, for him, I'd crawl every galaxy, she thought. Dune, when it comes to being around Rafe, she loses the ability to read or think. Not knowing where they were, depending on John B to drive to the unknown awakened her from her hypnotic slumber.
"That's why you should be scared for your life when you're next to me."
"Those who think alike don't fear each other, we do the same stuff with cold blood. I killed and you killed, we both fell in a haze." It's true, she knew they didn't kill for the thrill, not on purpose, chance collided with choice, denial erased purpose. Dune detached her eyes from Rafe's, they were burning her with pure passion. She looked at John B, disappointment and exhaustion were written all over his face. Out of all the Pogues, specially JJ, John B broke her heart the most. When Dune was with JJ, John B would do everything in his power to protect what they had, he believed in what they had. John B always treated Dune like his sister, if they only knew.
"How are you going to survive?" asked Sarah out of the blue, making JJ rub his eyes, waking him up. Kiara and Pope woke up as well, all looking at Dune, as if Rafe didn't exist. As if he never came with her and she was all alone in the back of Twinkie, talking to herself, imagining it all. But the gun, the ring, the smell of mint and oak and blood, it wasn't all in her head. Her head messed with her being, made her pinch at her own skin, dig her nails along the walls until she creates a portrait of blood, punishing herself kept her going. She published herself for wanting to be loved, for glamourizing her criminal mind, for being poison ivy, for killing the empress. An emperor and an empress in a confined dynasty don't last together forever, she couldn't sleep knowing that the emperor had something real with someone else. Something as real as a summer fairytale. Life will exist when Dune and Rafe run hand in hand from the cops, covered in blood. Life will exist when Rafe showers Dune with affection, in all the right places. Life will exist when Dune kisses Rafe without having a filter on her lips. Life will exist when Rafe sinks in Dune's embrace, away from everyone, away from who they never wanted to be.
"We have a gun," they blurted in unison, making John B hit the brakes. They always say the wrong thing, at the wrong time, in the wrong place. They surrendered to the hissing of their bones moving in sync with the yelping of the sirens.
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Fanfiction"Before you could break my heart, it'll be at your step, in pieces, right before you know it." Dune lives with several identities, one of them gave up the ghost, smeared Dune's hands in blood. Dune, is that her real name? What does she have to hide...
