Intermission ii
It was the line between consciousness and unconsciousness.
It was the furthest reaches of the mind where none might enter, a gentle place that resembled primordial chaos.
In that world, a gentle, aurora-colored haze hovered about as two people smiled.
The two girls, small in stature, resembled one another. One was a girl with long black hair; the other, a girl with blond hair like billowing flames.
Both floated, their young hearts bare to each other. They were curled up, like twins in the womb, their slender fingers intertwined as the world continued to hover around them.
“So we meet again…,” the girl with long black hair said, opening her eyes.
She giggled and smiled, as if a kitten were rubbing against her, and narrowed her eyes in apparent fondness.
“Allow me to thank you for meeting me once more, young priestess.”
The blond girl opened her eyes as well, replying in a halting tone.
Her blue eyes seemed to glimmer, but somehow, they swayed with melancholy.
The black-haired girl looked back upon them, looking a little conflicted as she forced a smile.
“Oh yeah… I collapsed again, didn’t I? Must’ve lost the volleyball game. Aww, now Kojou’s gonna be all worried. The hospital food is tasty, too, but food loses something when you eat alone.”
“…I mourn that you must suffer for my sake.”
The blond girl lowered her eyes, looking like she was about to break into tears.
The black-haired girl shook her head, making her long hair sway.
“You don’t need to apologize. You helped me, didn’t you?”
“However, thy allotted time is approaching its end. There now lingers precious little demonic energy in what remains of me.”
“…I suppose so. I get it. Mm… I get it.”
The black-haired girl received the blond girl’s painful confession with a faint smile.
“Kojou would be upset if he found out about us, huh?”
“Thou art innocent. ’Tis I whom he should curse.”
“We’re both in this together.”
The warmth of her body reached the other girl through their intertwined fingers. The blond girl’s skin was cold. The black-haired girl embraced the frail being, like a little woodpecker starving without any mistletoe.
“I cannot thank you enough.”
The blond girl’s voice was distant. Her very being was dissolving into the fleeting mist.
“Guess we’ve got to part again for a little while.”
The black-haired girl smiled, but the expression betrayed some loneliness. She felt her consciousness slowly rising like a bubble born at the bottom of the sea. She was still among the living; her flesh and blood was awakening, and she would remember nothing about that world.
“Proud priestess, I pray that you live in everlasting peace and happiness.”
The black-haired girl heard the blond girl’s prayer as if it echoed from a distant place.
“You too—”
The awakening girl murmured too softly to be heard:
You too, Avrora.
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