[Gazette] Immaculate Sin (1/1)
Title: Immaculate Sin
Genre: General
Rating: PG
Warning: Possible but unintended vagueness.
Pairing: Uruha x Aoi
Synopsis: Deception is always a pretty thing.
Comments: Written for un_love_you prompt # 02 [I was wrong about you.]. This piece took about five months to be finalized and was originally intended to be a one-shot, but writing and editing proved otherwise. I wrote this the best I could and it was a bit frustrating during the creative process because the muses were uncooperative. So if this doesn't make sense or you find it sucky for some reason, that means I failed at trying to give a vivid description of what I wanted to portray. [Believe me, this looked and sounded a whole lot better in my mind.] *laughs sheepishly and goes to hide*
Disclaimer: They own themselves and I own myself. Fair enough.
Uruha is an angel with his golden locks and exterior sublime. Amiable, sweet, and all too true-just too good to be true-is he. And that is precisely what he wants everyone to believe because appearances are always, always meant to deceive.
He has a sinister side, something divine beings aren’t supposed to have. He fakes sincerities when doing social amenities and feels not an ounce of guilt or rue. He is a master of subterfuge, a carrier of a thousand and one masks. (“Which one to wear today?” is his eternal question.) He changes them whenever he wants to, however he wants to: at whim, with precision, in delight, without compunction.
He is far from innocent. (Anything but innocent.)
But he can get away with it all, be free from people’s suspicion and scrutiny, because once he puts up his angelic front in all its shining (blinding) glory, he is considered just that: An Angel-
-when he is not
(because H e I s N o t).
- =:+:= -
Uruha is lovely with his tantalizing eyes (that show no lies) and irresistibly pouty lips (that can only tell lies).
Is lovelier when he breathes all of his honeyed susurrations in Aoi’s ear until his morals are extinguished and his soul (happily) burns in flames of shame and prurience and ecstasy.
Is loveliest when he proves that he is the devil incarnate strapped in angel’s flesh, all dolled up and molded into perfection, meant for Aoi’s inevitable destruction.
“The Angel is The Devil in disguise? Preposterous! Blasphemous!”
-But oh-so-alluring all the same.
Light and Dark, Purity and Corruption, Sacred and Profane all rolled into one being. This is Uruha as Aoi has come to know.
=:+:= -
“Why do you adore me?”
“Because you’re everything I’ve always dreamed about.”
Uruha laughed most cruelly at Aoi’s answer (at Aoi’s face).
“I am nothing you’ve ever dreamed about.” He haughtily said with an equally haughty sneer.
(And that is how he broke his heart.)
Fin
Genre: General
Rating: PG
Warning: Possible but unintended vagueness.
Pairing: Uruha x Aoi
Synopsis: Deception is always a pretty thing.
Comments: Written for un_love_you prompt # 02 [I was wrong about you.]. This piece took about five months to be finalized and was originally intended to be a one-shot, but writing and editing proved otherwise. I wrote this the best I could and it was a bit frustrating during the creative process because the muses were uncooperative. So if this doesn't make sense or you find it sucky for some reason, that means I failed at trying to give a vivid description of what I wanted to portray. [Believe me, this looked and sounded a whole lot better in my mind.] *laughs sheepishly and goes to hide*
Disclaimer: They own themselves and I own myself. Fair enough.
Uruha is an angel with his golden locks and exterior sublime. Amiable, sweet, and all too true-just too good to be true-is he. And that is precisely what he wants everyone to believe because appearances are always, always meant to deceive.
He has a sinister side, something divine beings aren’t supposed to have. He fakes sincerities when doing social amenities and feels not an ounce of guilt or rue. He is a master of subterfuge, a carrier of a thousand and one masks. (“Which one to wear today?” is his eternal question.) He changes them whenever he wants to, however he wants to: at whim, with precision, in delight, without compunction.
He is far from innocent. (Anything but innocent.)
But he can get away with it all, be free from people’s suspicion and scrutiny, because once he puts up his angelic front in all its shining (blinding) glory, he is considered just that: An Angel-
-when he is not
(because H e I s N o t).
- =:+:= -
Uruha is lovely with his tantalizing eyes (that show no lies) and irresistibly pouty lips (that can only tell lies).
Is lovelier when he breathes all of his honeyed susurrations in Aoi’s ear until his morals are extinguished and his soul (happily) burns in flames of shame and prurience and ecstasy.
Is loveliest when he proves that he is the devil incarnate strapped in angel’s flesh, all dolled up and molded into perfection, meant for Aoi’s inevitable destruction.
“The Angel is The Devil in disguise? Preposterous! Blasphemous!”
-But oh-so-alluring all the same.
Light and Dark, Purity and Corruption, Sacred and Profane all rolled into one being. This is Uruha as Aoi has come to know.
=:+:= -
“Why do you adore me?”
“Because you’re everything I’ve always dreamed about.”
Uruha laughed most cruelly at Aoi’s answer (at Aoi’s face).
“I am nothing you’ve ever dreamed about.” He haughtily said with an equally haughty sneer.
(And that is how he broke his heart.)
Fin