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What does it take to conquer the sun?
“Come hither, mine dearest”.
When you were brought into this world, it was already there, long before, looming over your every step. It raised you, it warmed you, it protects and it comforts. From rays which wrapped around your calves, you could run to see all the beauty you feared to crawl up before. You felt that, you saw how every little piece truly shined, appreciating the careful work it put into making sure your reality could match the glory of its vision. You always stood in the shadow of the sun, yet it never felt brighter.
And now, it was blinding, as you unraveled her cover, layer by layer, seeing her in the position of such fragility. In the dark room, where the only other light was a dusty lamp, glowing enough for both to outline each other's shape. It was flickering, producing an irritating buzz. It mocked your sun. Why would there be a need in another's light? Her pathway already was highlighted by wise decisions of her sun. She could trust it even with eyes closed, for she will hold her tightly and walk with small steps even into the darkest corners.
— I can't, Opera O… It's too dazzling. I can't. I'm not allowed.
— Run thou fingers deep inside me, Doto. For I must feel the heat of thy heart, which shall intrude mine soft, gracious skin. Thou are only one who must do it.
She menacingly sits on her knees on the bed. Moonlight, peeking through the blinds, lightly shined upon her scared grimace. Biting her lip, pupils running in circles without rest, sweat and tears flowing like a summer rain. A blue and white uniform, which made her silhouette almost blend with the shadowed room, in contrast to her partner, lying with her hands holding onto sheets. Covered in golden accessories, which seem to constantly sparkle over her brightness.
She already removed most of it, the biggest part being a stomach plate. With each part removed, her natural light would pierce her eyes, stunning in a moment. To invade the sun felt sinful. She grabbed her arm, bare from the removed gauntlets. No one looks at the sun so close. It would hurt you, your body wouldn't take it. Some warn her of what it will lead to. She listened, she obeyed. But the sun wanted more. It wanted to feel someone grasp. She provoked her, praising her boldness, encouraging to step in front of that light. She wanted for her light to fully puncture through, intertwine, and blend her wilderness with tender, but sizzling heat. A light stroking motion around her wrist. Her gloves protected trembling fingers from falling apart from its hotness. She moved clasped arm to her already warmed cheek, wiping tears. She could feel how tender pads left burning marks on her. Usually she would scream, or at least let out a squeak. Now, she sat silent. Enjoying this sensation without remorse.
— Mine radiance, Doto. Delve into its depths. Let thy body descend into mine bottomless gleam. And feast upon each fleeting moment.
She slowly lowered her back, closer to the gorgeous visage of her sun. Dazzling, so dazzling. Helping with removing the pink-white skirt, acting so meticulously careful not to damage it with her clumsiness. She was already taking too much. Her dirty hands let themselves touch something so sacred, to play with its image in the act of blasphemy. It's good that no one, not even her, could violate it. A beauty out of this world, it couldn't not be altered in any malicious way. As a constant, a rule written upon the structure of the universe itself.
To know she's the one to seize this light. To hold its delicate structure so roughly, without even a glimpse of shame. The sun never before in her mind, would come to be so fragile. Her savior, a timeless guardian, is now being gazed at so carefully, like she could break at any moment, like that immense shining would leave her at any moment if her actions were more barbaric than they are already. In truth, however, the sun did not mind. She wanted to be invaded, wanted to feel being ferociously subdued. Her light, pulsating with the heartbeat, was mesmerizing the girl above her, not letting any thoughts be formed. She must focus on her only. She must let being inside her grab its brightness, plunge into it, to finally experience all that radiance she wanted to share.
The sun needed its moon. The sun wanted for the moon to shine as well. For its light to be cast upon the moon, and for the sun to see how beautifully it reflects.
She removed gilded pauldrons, moving even closer. Their gazes finally met one another. As she tried to remove the gold necklace with a crimson ruby, the girl suddenly bit into her arm. She held her breath, watching as the sun took her into her grasp once more, reminding of her strengths and of who had the grip over her humble life. There was no pain. She looked closely. Teeth were holding the fingertips of her gloves.
— O-Opera O..?
The sun slowly pulled it off from a trembling hand. She carefully took it from her mouth, tossing it aside. The girl grinned, her eyes looking on the other hand. The Overlord's word is her command, even if no words were said. She removed her other glove, putting both hands now at the last piece of outerwear, a white garment.
— Y-You sure you are fine with it?..
— I yearn to feel thy tenderness as much as thou crave to hold mine. I yearn for thee to become a part of mine image. Let us burn as one, mine dear.
The last act of preparation now began. She felt as if her hands were burning, fingers melting down to the bone. It felt comforting. The closer she got to that light, the more her skin flickered from this scorching, the less scarcely she felt. As if it was part of her creation, an instinct. Her body reacted to the sun as if it was truly all hers. As if she must devour its being. Take it for herself, spooling out its infinite beauty into thick threads of starry silk. To weave something completely new from it and to use her, now completely still hands, to let the sun be refined into an even brighter form, for she herself once was recreated into her image from a tangled web.
The sun was now bare. She took the last pieces of cloth. Such a divine sight. This is how the universe intended her to be perceived. A natural, pure beauty that could be seen on old statues or written about in religious texts. Her eyes finally adapted to all that shining. It was not hurting anymore, just alluring, inviting her to fall into it and never return. All in her hands. The girl softly laughed before pulling herself closer, giving a soft, passionate kiss on the dry lips.
— Come forth, this shining belongs solely for thee this night.
At last, the moon eclipsed its sun.