Notes: I mentioned somewhere that I was writing Ishihime for my friend Rodella, so here it is. Turns out it fits with a bunch of other characters, including my own.
Remember the day the moon met the sun?
Remember the way the moon held the sun’s hand in his without wondering – or caring – if her overwhelming brilliance would burn him?
Remember the way he thought he might just leave his home in the shadow of night just for the sake of seeing her laugh in the break of dawn, and that even though his heart was made of stone, he might’ve felt something stir within it?
Remember the day the sun met the moon?
Remember the way the sun felt fascination flare at the sight of her cold, distant neighbour reaching hesitantly for her hand?
Remember the way she thought she might just abandon her post in the morning skies just for the sake of seeing him laugh behind the clouds, and that even though her warm heart was content, she saw the moon and might have wanted something more?
Remember the stars, and how they marveled?
(The two rulers, the monarchs of our planet, and the hour their eyes crossed, though it was only for a few moments – )
Remember how the planets shook their heads?
(Forbidden – unheard of – simply not allowed – nothing good will come of this – )
Remember the day the moon begged the sun to stay?
Remember the way his heart of stone jolted at the sight of her overwhelming radiance?
Remember the way he yearned to live out the rest of his life by her side, as not two separate beings of the celestial grounds but one?
Remember the day the sun begged the moon to stay?
Remember the way her heart of fire shivered at the sight of his desolate darkness?
Remember the way she wanted to care for him, the way he’d started to care for her, that she might live out the rest of her life by his side?
Remember the day they let go?
(The way it should be, the meteors whispered sourly as they flew past, not two in the same sky, but one at a time: untouching, divided, tending to their respective realms and not meddling in the other’s affairs – )
Remember the day the moon knew he had been wrong?
Remember the way he cried when he realized what life would be without his sun?
Remember the way the evening mists fled before his miserable, ruthless wrath?
Remember how much he loved her –
more than the distant shimmer of constellations shining valiantly alongside him –
more than the surging tides sweeping over the shores –
more than the rush of winter winds that stole one’s breath away in a blink of an eye –
more than who he had once been and who he had become –
Remember the day he knew it was time to give her up?
Remember the day the sun knew she had been wrong?
Remember the way she wept when she realized what life would be without her moon?
Remember the way the wispy clouds’ flight faltered at the sound of her terrible, blazing anguish?
Remember how much she loved him –
more than the frolicking laughter of the faraway comets –
more than the flourish of green, abundant life under her tender care –
more than the sweep of summer breezes that relieved the earth of her enthusiastic luster –
more than who she had once been and who she had become –
Remember the day she knew it was time to give him up?
Remember their last farewell?
(But it isn’t forever, the asteroids murmured restlessly, the two royals meet every eclipse of the era, this isn’t reallygoodbye for good – )
Remember the way their eyes still lingered on each other’s faces, trying to memorize every curve, every angle, every line?
Remember the way the moon ached to escape with her to a place where their worlds were not one or the other, but one and the same?
Remember the way the sun struggled against all the laws that govern the galaxies to express just how much he meant to her?
Remember the way they parted silently, with their words trapped in their throats? – but they closed their mouths, knowing how the meticulous order they’d established and held firm would collapse under the weight of their burdens?
Remember the way they both knew that they were born to chase the other and yet never quite reach?
And remember that even though the moon and the sun are so close and yet so far,
that even though they could run away from their celestial duties if they so desired to
that even though they think of the other every moment yet stay themselves at the appointed distance in order to keep the balance –
They still illuminate the world with the ferocity and tenderness of their devotion for each other?