Silver Tongues {Hitoshi Shinso x Oc}

Prologue

We came from two different worlds, he and I.

An immeasurable distance existed between our lives, despite how close we had been all along. Hailing from the same city, knowing the same streets, and yet... we might as well have been from different dimensions.

 I used to watch strangers pass and wonder what their lives were like. What did they see around them? What did they feel? What did they long for? Never before had I felt that wonder so strongly... until him.

I first met his eyes in dim light, and little did I know back then that I'd be seeing those eyes again. And again. And again. Those indigo eyes I saw time and time again, that I would grow to miss when they didn't appear. Those indigo eyes that saw right through me every time, that I couldn't hide from even while I dreamed.

Those indigo eyes that looked at the world with hope despite the bad hand life had dealt him. The odds were against him it seemed. The odds were in my  favor from the beginning. And yet, somehow I was the cynic. He wanted to believe people were good, while I believed that sentiment to be a fantasy.

He refused to allow the words of others to affect his dream. He lived to defy  the expectations of those around him, and he did so with tenacity and grace. I allowed the words of others to shape my dreams for me. I lived only to exceed the expectations of others.

I hid from failure. He embraced it.

I didn't know that words alone could build a prison. That I had been shackled all my life to the ground, where I had purpose. I could excel, and my abilities were useful... and thus I had value. Then those indigo eyes met mine and cut me loose.

I had value not for my skills, he said. I had value, because I was human. And he gave me no choice but to believe him.

His words were not honey. They were not coated in sugar to spare my fragile heart, for he declared I was not fragile. His words were blades, rather. Decisive, honest, and handled with care. His words broke the shackles that tethered me to the ground and pierced my very being. His words dripped with silver, but they were beautiful because they were true. 

For having a silver tongue is a gift. It is also a weapon, just as a sword. He used his silver for the good of others. I used my silver for the good of myself.

He was the hero. I was the criminal. Like blades, we clashed.

 And then, all at once, I became drops of silver. There was a passionate fire within him I never expected, and I never knew I needed. Within the heat of those intense flames I melted. When I fell into his arms his silver tongue dared to utter the truth I could not see.

"You are perfect." 

After everything I had done, after everything he had seen, after my silver tongue had betrayed my flaws so clearly like glass...he still spoke those words that were formed in sincerity.

And he gave me no choice. So I believed him.

And then I was free.

**I tossed the idea of a prologue around for a while, but I was feeling poetic so I thought why not. I'm excited to have you along for the ride as we see where this goes. Soon enough we'll be diving into this story, and I hope you fall in love with it as much as I have. Please, comment and rate. It would mean so much to me if you enjoyed so far.

As always, with love,

Inkdrop :)