but this is your heart { elettra/elvaina ; blitz }

She is shattered. Like a glass bowl that needs to be refired, just so it doesn't break, and will never be whole again. And there she stood, just inches from me, and I'm scared to touch her, in case she breaks here, right in front of me. And the words, the words hit me like a twisting sword in my gut.

"There was one last song, Elettra. Jequirity said one last song. And there will never be another." And I reach across the boundary, and place my arms around her shoulders. She's already broken enough; I can't damage her more so than she already is. Tears flow down  her cheeks like they do on mine, a river carving its' way through the landscape. Never-ending, and all powerful. 

I murmured softly, my head next to her ear, "It's alright, it's alright." But savage thoughts attack my voice, and I drown them out. It's too late for that. Too goddamn late, Elettra. Jequirity's last song was silenced by the cannon that broke us all apart, and the cannonball is still lodged inside us, slowly breaking the next layer as we try and rise back up again. 

Yet she'll be playing the song where we can't hear. Her music sustains her, but we are deaf to it.

I embrace her now, and again, we are one. Each of us broken, but strong as one. "Jeq's always going to be playing that song, Elvaina. We'll just never hear it. Not until we meet her there, and then we'll hear it, and she'll be with us again." And we stand, supporting each other.

Just deaf to the beauty she's playing.

wc: two hundred and seventy three.

"I'm deaf until the day I die, then," whispered like the realisation hurts. And it stings, like a barb of poison inside my chest; and it's toxic. The room is deadly, and it's bringing us in together, just to gas us whole. Words that we speak are making it worse, a chamber of sad darkness killing us slowly. Silence is golden, apparently, but someone didn't say that, after hearing a cannon, silence is torture.

Her fingers recoil from me, mine slowly sinking, down, down to my side. No longer are we attached, but together we are. Now I am cold again, for all the warmth dissipated into the room and becoming pure ice. It's all it is, shards of ice freezing nearer and nearer to my heart. All for one tiny shard pushing into my heart, making it nothing more than an ice statue. An ornament for some collector to have. 

Here lies the heart of a sister, frozen by pain and guilt.

Fingers slowly slide down my arm, and they thaw. The icy layer is melting, and cooking the skin below. I am alive. My heart is safe, at least for a moment. They interlace with my fingers, and I am secure. I'll not freeze with her beside me. "I'll be your guide then, hearing the world for you." And my vision wobbles, my eyes draining the oceans once again. "But promise me one thing. Never let me go again." A weak smile fills my face as I look into her eyes.

wc: two hundred and fifty one.

"Okay." And it's a promise that I can never let go. 4 letters, two syllables and one promise - her heart. I take it, and place it next to my own. Her's is broken, like mine, but together, we have a whole, unbroken virgin of a heart. We've never been apart, but now, we're bonded, and nothing can pull us apart.

I feel them both in my chest now, beating at the same time. A mirror of them, just like that of us, and we are together at our most personal level. And her lips touch mine, and they both explode into colour. My eyes shut and we are closer together than before. We are one, and my heart soars, like an eagle, climbing higher and higher and higher until the wind can hold it anymore and it's wing's flap and I am free for the entirety of the sky, and beyond. 

And the eagle gets shot out of the sky with a cannon, pushing the magnets of affection apart, and then we repel from each other, like we're the same direction, and we are. I am her guide, and the guide makes sure everything happens in the same direction. "Elvaina... erm, are you alright?" My heart slowly falls down into sleep, and tears of joy cloud my vision. "And now, Jeq looks at us like weirdo's again, hm?" A breathless laugh escapes my lips, as I mutter, iwaskissediwaskissediwaskissed.

By my sister.

wc: two hundred and forty.

And my voice breaks her, and I feel like a demon. I'm lethal, and it was only a mistake, only a question. And she grew away from me, like a tree, and nothing could make her come back towards me. We were so close, and now, we're apart again, in just an instant. And she backed away, like a fleeing army, the wall holding her the way that I want to. A relief from herself, and from me. Her eyes lock onto the ground, away from me, and I might as well be alone in this room. 

Affection was sweet, and it was addictive, and I now am an addict of a massive degree. So now, I stalk towards, her, and stronger it gets, pulling me faster and faster towards corruption. It's a poison that I love, and if anyone knew it, I and her would be shunned. It's love, it's all love. But it's love to someone who should not be loved in that way.

My heart takes flight again, and it's going to fast, and straight to the sun. I might as well burn before my soul dies too. My hand brushes against her cheek, comes back warm and wet. I push her forehead back, the wall her support, and press my lips against hers.

"I love you."

I lock my fingers into hers, and lift our hands together, and push it on my chest. "And this," pressing it onto my chest, "Is our heart. Can you feel it?"

wc: two hundred and forty eight.