⸻ ( Gojo Satoru )
With heaven in his eyes and the taste of immortal divinity on his lips, she loves him with such ardour that the stars weep bitterly into the sea.
( jujutsu kaisen ) • 2023
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( 2005 )
Gojo Satoru is born blessed, lotus seeds falling from his lips as he takes seven steps north under heaven's canopy. There is a void inside him that births constellations, dark matter coalescing into celestial bodies — a primordial singularity. It must be fate or divine intervention that leads her to him. With hands bearing fruits of the dead and inviting arms ushering oblivion.
If his eyes could perceive the future, he would have known then the moment his life ended and began. Of how the fates are cruel and destiny is a sword that plunges itself into the depths of his soul. That the stars have written a requiem for the heart he lost within the solstice of his life, the footsteps he needs to walk to find himself back where it all began.
It had been a hot summer day, the sound of cicadas buzz in his ears. Satoru remembers the blistering heat, the shimmering sun rays. He falls onto the sofa of the common area and closes his eyes against the sultry air as he sucks on a strawberry-flavoured ice pop. The humming of the electric fan fills his head with static and the vacant sky stares back at him in the reflection of his languid gaze. He longs for the beach and cooling waves, the taste of seafoam and bleeding sunsets.
He feels her approach before he hears her, breaking him free of his reveries. She walks into his life as if she's always lived there. There is a trail of footsteps that matches perfectly with hers, leading to a place in his heart that he wants to call home. He wants to ask who she is and why she's here, but it feels like he already knows.
"Have... we met before?" she asks uncertainly. Her quiet voice stirs something in his soul, like solace or a sigh of relief.
He would have remembered seeing her alluring face that would make any goddess writhe in envy or her midnight hair interwoven with locks of snow. Unsung songs and forgotten myths follow in her shadow, rapture and woe glister in her autumn eyes. Even amongst sorcerers, that's a rare trait to have.
