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Title: Greatest Gift
Author: Jemisard
Fandom: X-Men movie verse
Paring: Logan/Scott,
Rating: PG
Status: Complete, new
Archive: If you ask nicely :)
E-mail address for feedback: kalika@senet.com.au
Series/Sequel: None
Disclaimers: They arenıt mine. You know that. Iım just borrowing them.
Summary: Thoughts on the greatest gift
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"If I
were to die today, the greatest gift would be to be born as one of your tears. Born
in your heart, birthed in your eye, live on your cheek and die on your
lips."
-Unknown.
The phrase is amazingly sappy, but exactly how I feel. How wonderful, how
meaningful my death would be, if I was guaranteed of my reincarnation as one of
your tears.
And I will die soon. In war it's the unfortunate way of thing. But, if I knew I
would be part of you when I did, it would all be worth it.
To be born in that kind and generous heart, of pure gold and gentleness. I can
feel it, the warmth of love, filling the coldness that death might bring with
it. I would be forged of the passion and unbridled emotion that strong heart
contains. Maybe those tears would be grief, or happiness, but I would be made
of it all.
Then, to be born in your eye. Those sharp, ever vigilant eyes, that can be so
cold and so warm at the same time. Softness, deep enough to drown in, to drift
through time and space, never caring, because I am in perfection. The unmaking
and rebirth can all be found in those eyes, my death and rebirth.
Then, your cheek. Skin soft like your eyes, smooth and fine. To roll over your
cheekbones like they were fields, the greatest landscape I could ever wish for
as I fell. I could watch those cheeks forever, like carved marble in their
fineness, in the delicacy with which some immortal hand sculptured them.
To die in your mouth. Heaven on Earth, to be on those lips, blushed petals, the
most intoxicating thing created by the Gods. To die in a final kiss, encased by
your soft lips, like honey and roses, the sweetest way to die. A moment of
perfection on those petals before it ended.
I believe in reincarnation.
I want to be to be reincarnated as one of your tears. Born as a moment of
passion in your heart, birthed as diamond from your eternal eyes, live on the
perfect plane of your cheek, die in a moment of ecstasy on your perfect lips.