Perfectly Imperfect

She was an angel craving chaos. He was a demon seeking peace. A Gemini of sorts, trapped in a perpetual mundane existence, searching for purpose. For it was this century that they would meet. In limbo they found one another’s gaze and felt the earth quake in their presence. The Universe tethered them together, no matter how many miles separated them, and returned them to the place where they met.

He was raised from hellfire, understanding the necessity of war. She, a pacifist who saw the flowers as they were. He, a critical and wary gaze upon others. Her, a warm and loving stare. He became closed off. She welcomed too much. Tired, he grew from constant anticipation of attack. Fatigued, she grew from being used and disposed of. But it was in their middle-ground that they truly grew. He slowly began to break down barriers while she created healthy boundaries. Together, they became unstoppable.

But it was her patient heart and his stubborn determination that enticed one another. His temper would burn the world ten times over until the moment her soft hand was placed upon his quaking chest. Suddenly, the flame would extinguish and be replaced with a white light of serenity. No matter the reason, she stood steadfast. He felt like he had reached Nirvana in her touch. Love before her was never enough as they allowed him to burn with rage until he was utterly spent. But not this time. He wondered whether fate had felt pity on him, or he genuinely deserved her. Feeling of inadequacy completely diminished when he stood upon her shoulders, bolstering him far above those around him. She forced him to see what he truly was, a perfectly imperfect being.

But it was his unpredictably that she wholly loved him for. For being a healer, expending every drop of energy on those she believed to love before left her feeling alone. He, unlike those before him, noticed her pain. The tears shed underneath the strength she showed to others. Countless people came to her for healing only she could give. However, in time, she grew weary. When his eyes noticed the bombardment she encountered, so he stood before her, wings encompassing her body. He alone protected her until she was ready to face the world once again. She felt safe, but not confined. Something she discovered in his inner turmoil calmed her. He understood her purpose and allowed her to be free, watching closely so she would never be taken for granted again.

For both of them struggled against their early days. Their haunted pasts. He, for recklessness. She, for servitude. But it was in their scars that they found strength, tossing their clothing upon the ground and showing their nakedness to one another. Vulnerable they embraced and raised one another on high. And as they stood above the earth, they cared not for the comments of others. They only heard themselves.

Many obstacles attempted to prevent them from their first embrace, their first kiss. They endured the endless storms. Battled alongside one another only fortified their bond. Patience was finally rewarded and they would forever be one. When the world witnessed the perfection in their love, they stopped and watched. Much to their surprise, the Universe and those within it agreed with their connection. Time would tell, but their emotions stood strong despite those who attempted to destroy their bliss. It was their very existence, so vastly different, that made them so similar.

She was an angel craving chaos. He was a demon seeking peace.

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