“Please,” Taishakuten said. He was bleeding, somewhere; there was blood tra
“Please,” Taishakuten said. He was bleeding, somewhere; there was blood trailing a warm path down his spine, sticking the ceremonial robes to his skin, and where blood went was pain, irradiating brightly from where Asura’s chains had struck him as he’d pinned Taishakuten down. His entire mouth tasted metallic, blood and steel and triumph fusing into one under a glorious star of agony. He was kneeling on the tiled floor of the throne room, Asura’s rage blazing all around them; he was flying, the world falling magnificently into place; he was safe, and loved, and had only ever been a placeholder on the throne for his true king.“Please,” Taishakuten said again, the word beatific on his tongue. “My dear Asura… kill me.”ficlet by the amazing @cloud-piercer!!!! <333 thank you so much~~ -- source link
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