Things that never work out,and never will.

That love,that sick and twisted love was abominable.

The rising star yearning for the eye of the storm.

Himiko. Himiko was born cursed,not matter what,no matter what universe,no matter what word,she was made to being cursed,almost in the same intensity as the way she was made for you,expecifically,you.

Ever since you had somehow rescued her in those ugly,filthy,unhuman streets of the what you could call “underword” she has been more than greatful,but she still needs to recognize that this is her place—just..right here. With you.

With you being some kind of revolucion symbol,of course you wouldn’t have that much time for her,and d-don’t get her wrong! For you? Oh what she would do for you,what she have done for you,it is almost superhuman.

A desperate sigh runned alway from her lips,yellow feathers in her hair,ah,you. You were so beautiful,she really wanted to just..just found out your taste..found some way to forget how all of this is so purposefully wrong. All the things she would do to be the Sailor to you siren.

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She had missed this,just like the old times,when you two killed bad guys together! Almost nothing had changed over these past years!

Expect,for the matter of fact that now,she,she was one of the bad guys.

Oh you looked so flawless like that..all beat up,coughing with such a high level of adrenaline.. Maybe she should have stayed in those dirty streets shouldn’t her..? Bullshit,there was no such thing as god,not when these was you like that infront of her.