It's been so long since I started a FanFiction thread and since I struggling with writing it atm, it's high time we had another.
So writers, readers and fanfic-curious peeps amass.
I've got something I need to share from the game Ghost of Tsushima.
Lord Shimura climbed the ladder to his private quarters, the weight of his heart slowing him down. He lamented the argument he had with his former lover, angry and devastated over a secret she had kept from him for years. She had hidden his two little girls that she had birthed after she left him, leaving him behind once the Khan had been defeated, without a second thought. Yet, he couldn’t truly blame her for her actions, as it was his own that drove her to leave, taking everything they shared with her.
He slid open the door to his quarters, pulling it closed behind him. When he turned to the supposedly empty room, he found a lonely figure in the centre, a familiar waterfall of crimson hair shining under the light of many candles that adorned the room. He took a quiet step towards her, unsure if she was aware of his presence. She was dressed in his silk robe again, just as she did the first night she snuck into his private quarters, years ago.
“I remember the first time we lay together in this room.” Aya said quietly, her voice filled with sadness and pain as she stood at the end of the bed, where many nights were lost to each other. “Your hands caressed every inch of my skin.” Tears fell from her eyes, her voice breaking with each word she uttered. “Taking away years of pain. And then you….”
It felt like a stab to the heart as he listened to her cry, every drop she shed crushed his heart a little further. “And then I held you close to my chest until the sun brought the birds to sing for us.”
“I knew, as the birds sung, my heart and body were yours.” Even after three years, Aya knew that she still loved him, and she would never be able to change that. This was fates doing and fate would not be deterred. She thought against the tide that fate rushed at her, trying as hard as her heart could stand to extinguish the flame that she held for him, but it was in vain. Her eyes fluttered to a close as she felt him move slowly behind her, despite the gap between their bodies, the heat from his reached down into her soul and the words to beg him to touch her were already on her lips fighting to be spoken. “There were days when I wished I didn’t love you and others where I’m glad I still do.”
A warmth engulfed Lord Shimura’s heart when she admitted that she still loved him. He had spent the last 3 years mourning her loss, going over his actions and judging everything he had done, not only to Aya, but to Jin as well. So blinded by his honour and duty, he pushed away the only truest treasures he had in life. The Shogun had given him the chance to remarry and start a new family, but he couldn’t bear the idea of marrying anyone that wasn’t Aya. He wanted to touch her again, feel the warmth of her body heat the blood in his veins. “Look at me…..please.”
Aya waited briefly, before she turned to him. She hurt him, she knew that, but he hurt her too. She turned, keeping her head down to avoiding have to look into the eyes of the man she had spent so long trying to forget.
He gently caressed a single finger against the underside of chin, tilting her head up so he could lose himself in the crystal blue eyes that he adored so much. Briefly, he lost his words, just content to admire her face. She was a truly exquisite creature, beauty radiating from every move she made and words she spoke. “You are like the flowers in spring.” He smiled as brushed a lock of stray hair away from her face. “Beautiful and delicate, yet strong and proud.”
Time seemed to stop as they stood face to face, a million words said yet none were spoken. The love that shared between them still burned as brightly as it did before. It was Lord Shimura who breached the wall that still stood between them, gently pressing his lips to hers. After a moment, she responded to kiss melting into him as he pushed aside the silk of her robe off her shoulders. When she finally felt the weight of his touch against the skin of her neck, her knees didn’t have the strength to keep her standing.
The air in room was warm and engulfing as he guided her down to the bed, the only sounds to be heard were heavy, anticipating breaths of what was to come and two hearts thumping in rhythm together, dancing to a tune that could only be played when they were together. The pain of the last 3 years of separation starting to disappear into the ether of time, never to return again.
The past laid in flames behind them, the future a phoenix rising from the ashes of those fading memories, laying a path before them.
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