Blunt

Forgive and Take

"Why are you doing this; for what reason do you insist?"

"Does it make you sleep in tranquillity at night, if I tell you the reasons?"

"I don't know."

Silence hung in the air for a bit too long, dragging its haunched weight and shallow shadow across. Two young maidens stood, each sword held in a ready stance; light, reflected on the surface, dust hovering around them. A tension even more intense than their sexual desire, their burning lust for each other, wrapped them like a thick blanket, sweats driving off the strangling heat in the middle of the cold space.

"Why the zero movement?"

"I'm waiting. I'll always wait. For you to come first, so that I can enjoy the vigorous thrill of seeing you taking charge. For you to reclaim me. For you to reach me.

Just like a prey, I'll be waiting. For my predator to come and snatch me; oh, the thrill! And I'd fight back. See if you are worth my time. See if we're any compatible.

And when it's right, I'll do what is right. I shall turn back or walk forward. I shall carry your hand or tips off my hat. I shall do them right."

A rippling sensation overwhelmed her sense, shockwaves traveled inside her blood stream. The heat grew higher and bitter. Just like how it all became this, how everything led them to this insanity.

Yet there was a sweet taste, making her fingers curl and mouth dry. It was bitter and sweet. The mix of them gave her the power to speak up, and produced a sour tone, one which she has never thought she could produce.

"You tipped off your hat."

"Or so you noticed."

"I made you wait.

No. You made me do so, and because of it, I couldn't be the predator you want. You lead things to the way they're meant to be; not me. You sit back and patiently instructs everything. You make me giddy with all your dominance, your sense of authority. You are what I want.

And I made moves. I struggled up to reach your eyes. I gave up my strength to be of a lower level to you. I gave up my reasons to stand next to you.

And not once, not a single time - have I ever seen you use that magnificent aura to order me.

I'm sorry if I misled you. I'm everything but a predator. Nothing but a blind mortal. Right then, and now, and in the future, I want to know; is it me or you, the one who is supposed to be a predator?"

Once again, this time for an eternity, silence filled the gap between them. Slender fingers curled around the gleaming handle of their swords, a crest resting on each sword peacefully.

One was black; one was white. Yet the truth isn't always two sided. Uncertaintity doomed them, and there was only guilt to blame.

Dust flew out, awaken by the sudden dash of the swords. Crimson donned their vision and blurred out all hesitations. With each clash, each vibration sent through the metal particles, questions started to pop up, what would they be doing had they decided who the predator is?

The rough tip of her sword grazed against her skin, deeper, lower - dark red, fresh blood rained out from the gash. They were dancing, together, though in a sort of different way; and the dance had to eventually stop. The music would fade out and their steps would slow down. She had to stop it, for the tears were brimming and threatening to verge from the corner of her eyes.

She coughed blood and choked on her heartbeat.

"Whose hat is tipped off now, dear?"

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The garden was empty. The grass was cut, and the flowers tended.

And she stayed calm, though red stained most of her white dress. A body lay soullesly, a pair of eyes looking at her with utmost fear.

For a moment, her eyes glazed.

"For I am a blunt edge, the dull side that is of a deadly weapon; yet still, I can cut through the waves in an odd sense."