Ship: Oikawa/Kageyama Fandom: Haikyuu Major Tags: tags omitted Other Tags: tags omitted Original Work:here by intricacies Word Count: 411 words
You write such great poetry! I was really fascinated by the line about Kageyama being unable to tell between the monster and the human and wanted to riff off that. Slightly warped religion/theology, warnings for blood and character death.
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The first time you meet, you are an angel and so is he.
His wings are brown and bronzed at the tips, glimmering with the glow of fertile loam, and his sword flames with the righteousness of holy justice.
You look into his eyes as he instructs the Host and you know that you are lost. Such admiration should be saved for your Maker alone but you cannot tear your gaze away from his. Though his attention is given to the troops, you feel as if it is you alone that he is watching as you perform the required drills.
His voice calls out, playful and light as it offers reprimands. He does not instil fear in the soldiers but worship.
More than one of the angels besides you look to him as if he is divine made flesh instead of merely made by the divine. You understand. You share this blasphemy too.
*
He teaches you to kiss, this wonderful invention of the humans. You both assume mortal forms for it, cramped into one set of arms and legs with a rectangular torso, then push your lips together. It is comical at first, awkward and ungainly, then something clicks and you feel the first stirrings of human lust.
Afterwards, when you return to your true forms, you examine yourself for any hint of being tainted but see nothing.
You do not recognize the few feathers that fall away for the warning they are, not until it is too late.
*
When you fall, you are separated. One damned to hell, to the grotesque transformation of a demon whose outward foulness will warn others of the twisted soul within. One sent to earth as a mortal, to earn grace and goodness until you can once more ascend.
You protest. You cry you were a willing pupil, you shout you asked him to teach you.
You are given a lesser sentence despite all your wrath.
(He kisses you before you are torn apart and tells you be a monster, be malicious, come join me in hell.)
*
Mortals must die before they can descend. His fingers close around your throat and his claws pierce your skin so tenderly.
You watch his face until your vision greys; you die gazing into the diamond pinpricks of his pupils.
*
From the angel came the demon; from the human came the monster.
He will always corrupt you and you will always love it.
FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, T
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by
Word Count: 411 words
You write such great poetry! I was really fascinated by the line about Kageyama being unable to tell between the monster and the human and wanted to riff off that. Slightly warped religion/theology, warnings for blood and character death.
***
The first time you meet, you are an angel and so is he.
His wings are brown and bronzed at the tips, glimmering with the glow of fertile loam, and his sword flames with the righteousness of holy justice.
You look into his eyes as he instructs the Host and you know that you are lost. Such admiration should be saved for your Maker alone but you cannot tear your gaze away from his. Though his attention is given to the troops, you feel as if it is you alone that he is watching as you perform the required drills.
His voice calls out, playful and light as it offers reprimands. He does not instil fear in the soldiers but worship.
More than one of the angels besides you look to him as if he is divine made flesh instead of merely made by the divine. You understand. You share this blasphemy too.
*
He teaches you to kiss, this wonderful invention of the humans. You both assume mortal forms for it, cramped into one set of arms and legs with a rectangular torso, then push your lips together. It is comical at first, awkward and ungainly, then something clicks and you feel the first stirrings of human lust.
Afterwards, when you return to your true forms, you examine yourself for any hint of being tainted but see nothing.
You do not recognize the few feathers that fall away for the warning they are, not until it is too late.
*
When you fall, you are separated. One damned to hell, to the grotesque transformation of a demon whose outward foulness will warn others of the twisted soul within. One sent to earth as a mortal, to earn grace and goodness until you can once more ascend.
You protest. You cry you were a willing pupil, you shout you asked him to teach you.
You are given a lesser sentence despite all your wrath.
(He kisses you before you are torn apart and tells you be a monster, be malicious, come join me in hell.)
*
Mortals must die before they can descend. His fingers close around your throat and his claws pierce your skin so tenderly.
You watch his face until your vision greys; you die gazing into the diamond pinpricks of his pupils.
*
From the angel came the demon; from the human came the monster.
He will always corrupt you and you will always love it.