Yami no Matsuei, Tenkuu/Touda, darkness and shadows
Time is hard to measure in the pitch black of his cell. Anger is slow to kindle. Eventually it catches fire and rage courses through his blood. The stone traps his snarls and echoes with his screams. Like a wildfire it spends itself, running out of fuel and air to leave embers of hatred glowing in the darkness of his heart.
Bound, chained, blind, he can still hear the beat of his heart pounding. He can smell the dust and must mixing with his own filth, taste the layers of shadows Tenkuu casts over him like a sheltering blanket. They don't speak, captive and prison, but they know each other. Tenkuu knows his hate, his rage, his complete lack of guilt. He knows Tenkuu hates him.
The palace hides him in its bowels. Locked away, buried, ever under a sleepless eye. He can feel the disgust in every shift of air as Tenkuu breathes. The shift and clutch of shadows, the bite and stretch of his chains pulled taut tease him with just the fiction of pain. Of something real.
His laughter bounces over stone and bone as he gives in to the urge to struggle. To summon his own darkness. Hell fire and heat, blacker than a demon's heart blood on a moonless night wreathes him for a mere moment. Tenkuu's mocking yank of the chains just make him try again.
I'm still alive. Cast me down, beat me, bury me, fuck me blind, but I'm still alive. He promises silently, golden eyes reflecting the only light of a dying star.
The chains pull tight and he arches into the sting of sharpened iron.