The Thirteenth And Fifth Letter

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"The storm is coming. You know that right?"

White looked at her. "We are in the middle of a place where storms usually stays. There is actually currently a storm already. What's new?"

"The storm, White. The storm." White's jaws clenched. "Oh."

What the. That's it? Napailing nalang si Black. White usually blocks it right off the bat. Honestly, one stomp makes it go away. The wind blew hard and slapped their faces. That damn storm. Who knew they'd be vulnerable to that shit?

They both looked outside the window. Black immediately grabs her coat and put it on White's shoulder. White look at it and looked at her. Black shrugged, "You're already tainted. What's new?" She mocked her.

Darkness brings comfort too. It just have side effects. But, hey, comfort is comfort. Beggars can't be choosy.

Scenes flashed in her mind. Both of their minds, possibly. Of someone kissing the marks on her skin goodbye. The smile that gives home. She can fucking do that too. Don't you fucking dare--, "Black."

She blinked. White is looking back at her. The mark on her neck is a bother to look at. Black's mind flashed that picture again. I can fucking do that too.

Black walked to White and knelt on the ground. That mark. On her skin. On her neck. Black covered it with her hand, her fingers easily around her neck. She met White's eyes. No orders, No disagreements. Just waiting for what she'll do next.

That scene flashed again in her mind. Fucking kisses. Her forehead creased in annoyance. It's fucking bullshit. Just--

The smile.

She blinked and that vision of a familiar smile flashed again.

Right.

She pulled herself closer to her hand that is on White's neck and kissed it.

Anyone can kiss her marks away. Even Black can. But that smile tells her no. A smile that gives home. That smile is familiar. That smile resembles White's smile at her purest form. Black can't compete with that. Her kiss brings death and sends you to the pits of hell.

Everything she touches dies.

Her dead heart might have beat or she might be wrong when White kissed her forehead. She looked up to her and saw her smile.

It's the most genuine smile she have seen in a while from her.

"Look," White's hand carefully removed her hand from her neck, "It's gone."

"Oh, does Danger's kiss just removed a scar on me?" Blacks eyes went up to hers again. "Magic."

Harden by the pain of what felt like millennia, she knows there's no such thing. But when it comes from her mouth, it will make you just stare and think twice about what you believed in.

"Possessive, Black. Very." She smiled. Did she just fucking smiled again? Black's gaze is shifting from her eyes back to her lips and again.

"I'd kiss you every time." She joked.

"You wouldn't want your favorite entity to be poisoned, won't you?" She kidded back, smiling.

"You're endless, White. Endless." She smirked.

"Don't you dare, Danger. No taking advantage now." It tugged. But not enough. "No trying to get more powerful."

"It's my thing, have you forgotten?" With the storm coming and the scale's hands hitting the ground, her power is higher than ever. Chains around White's wrists appeared. White didn't even budge.

"You can't do it." White said. "There are chains around your wrists, White."

White smiled and slowly lifted her hands going to Black's face as the latter closed her eyes. Both hands cupped her cheeks. "See?"

Black opened her eyes, "But I was tempted."

"Just tempted." In tagalog, hanggang dun lang. She's still powerful even now that she's cracked.

White's eyes bore on hers. It never changed. It might be sad, but the home stayed.

"Sit on your chair now, Black..." It's strong. Is she coming back? Black went and took a seat. And went on to stare at white's eyes. They glisten even up looking at the storm. It might just be a second or two but the Light sparked. It mattered.