Sacraments [October 28th] [Kujaku] [RG Veda]
Title :: Sacraments
Prompt :: October 28th, “wild at heart” [31_days]
Characters :: Kujaku; mentions of Ashura and Yasha
Rating :: PG
Warnings :: Spoilers for end of series.
Wordcount :: 200
Summary :: It’s a kind of absolution.
It’s a kind of absolution.
There is no way to purify the blood, just as there is no way to unravel the paths of the stars - except that isn’t true, not anymore, and he has seen it proven with his own eyes, has seen the wheel of fate cast asunder.
He has leeched off the faith of others much as his body bore the weight of sins not his own, and after all these long long years of watching, he has finally come to understand.
He has been taught.
You cannot purify the blood, but in giving it to another, one may have it purified by proxy, the weight of sins lessened as it is carried in clasped hands.
(The boy’s breath is held, strangled in his chest and never to escape; but his love is held to just as fast, and the sight makes Kujaku smile.)
He has guided, in the hopes this day would come; and now that it has, he will allow himself to be lead. He will mimic the movements, a penitent before their altar, and even his sins cannot prove heavier than fate.
Even sins can be rewoven into miracles, and he will become theirs.
Prompt :: October 28th, “wild at heart” [31_days]
Characters :: Kujaku; mentions of Ashura and Yasha
Rating :: PG
Warnings :: Spoilers for end of series.
Wordcount :: 200
Summary :: It’s a kind of absolution.
It’s a kind of absolution.
There is no way to purify the blood, just as there is no way to unravel the paths of the stars - except that isn’t true, not anymore, and he has seen it proven with his own eyes, has seen the wheel of fate cast asunder.
He has leeched off the faith of others much as his body bore the weight of sins not his own, and after all these long long years of watching, he has finally come to understand.
He has been taught.
You cannot purify the blood, but in giving it to another, one may have it purified by proxy, the weight of sins lessened as it is carried in clasped hands.
(The boy’s breath is held, strangled in his chest and never to escape; but his love is held to just as fast, and the sight makes Kujaku smile.)
He has guided, in the hopes this day would come; and now that it has, he will allow himself to be lead. He will mimic the movements, a penitent before their altar, and even his sins cannot prove heavier than fate.
Even sins can be rewoven into miracles, and he will become theirs.