fragility

[prismaticbleed]

He wordlessly raised one oceanic hand to his forehead, the sunlight flickering delicately through his claws. If I hadn't recognized his liquid form, I would've sworn he were made of glass... some sort of fiercely fragile being, as if he had escaped from a cathedral window.
Chaos. What a beautifully unfit name. I'd spent countless hours debating the definition of such a title, but to no avail. In all truth, there was an almost breathtaking life to him; to the way he moved, to the way his beryl-blessed eyes purposefully focused on my own. Yet the God of Destruction held no catastrophe within him. On the contrary...
My own gaze flickered to the red gem in his chest. Chaos shifted then, knowing my words before they were spoken. His sudden smile held years of understanding.
"What's on your mind, kid?" He asked, but I caught the sadness in his voice. He knew that there were thousands of answers to that question, each one more painful than the last. It was just the way we worked... our own precious sort of instability.
We had given everything for love, even against the world... the ruby in his heart was proof of that. But with all else also comes our lives, and that ancient deity before me had traded his for mine. I may have given him a heart, but that blessed weakness had stolen his immortality.
Our single curse was that we could not live without each other.