RackhamRose: ...HELP ME WRITE THE INTRO. 9_9
Shoiryu: o,O??? Which part?
RackhamRose: No, I mean, the bit where I'm just like, "blah blah, new fic by us, yay us."
Shoiryu: *LOL* OH. Dur. Um. Lemme seeee...
Shoiryu: ........Dude, I am TOTALLY stuck. XD
Shoiryu: "For the first time ever, RackhamRose and Shoiryu have TEAMED UP to bring you this SWEEPING LOVE SAGA--"
RackhamRose: "Warnings for eventual yaoi, violence, strong language, twisted logic, dream sequences, floating eyeballs (no, we're not kidding), BEAST, Sorata, and a very kinky use for gummy bears which is illegal in thirty-eight states and Korea."
RackhamRose: ....... XD
Shoiryu: Add Chaos Theory in there and YOU GOT IT.
...that said. Enjoy the prologue, and the bits to come!
--Shoi'n'Rose
*`-,--
Some people believe that it is joy which holds the universe together.
Akalmashham akaarya akaaryam, akr'itaatmaanah uparamet'h.
Freed from all past sinful reactions and forbidden things, those without self-realization, one should hold back.
Somewhere a new mother, weak with the effort of childbirth, cradles her son--her first and only, such a beautiful spark of life.
Somewhere a son cradles his dying mother, tilts his cheek into her small bloodstained hand as she murmurs to him.
Upahanyaam upahaarah, ebhyah.
For this gift would destroy these beings.
Somewhere a trio of children, tumbling into a happy, giggling pile of warmth, make promises they swear will be stronger than time and growing up and boy-or-girl-cooties.
Somewhere a woman makes a bargain with fate, for the sake of the person she loves most, and her heart leaps when a pang of heat lances through her belly, a sliver of holy metal lengthening in her womb.
Ojasaa oshhati kathaa graahyam.
Listen, and this story that never happened will come to pass.
Somewhere a boy stumbles and falls on a subway platform, and a stranger dives forward to catch him. Somewhere a butterfly flaps its wings, and it rains in Tokyo.
Sada sukha pradayakam.
This in the name of that sacred thing.
Some people believe that joy holds the universe together; they name this joy ananda, and seek to stay in touch with it in all they do.
Some people can't quite stomach the idea that the world is held together by simple bliss.
Vrajangana sunayakam.
This thing is love.
They're usually in for a very violent shock.
Shantih.
Peace.
Shoiryu: o,O??? Which part?
RackhamRose: No, I mean, the bit where I'm just like, "blah blah, new fic by us, yay us."
Shoiryu: *LOL* OH. Dur. Um. Lemme seeee...
Shoiryu: ........Dude, I am TOTALLY stuck. XD
Shoiryu: "For the first time ever, RackhamRose and Shoiryu have TEAMED UP to bring you this SWEEPING LOVE SAGA--"
RackhamRose: "Warnings for eventual yaoi, violence, strong language, twisted logic, dream sequences, floating eyeballs (no, we're not kidding), BEAST, Sorata, and a very kinky use for gummy bears which is illegal in thirty-eight states and Korea."
RackhamRose: ....... XD
Shoiryu: Add Chaos Theory in there and YOU GOT IT.
...that said. Enjoy the prologue, and the bits to come!
--Shoi'n'Rose
*`-,--
Some people believe that it is joy which holds the universe together.
Akalmashham akaarya akaaryam, akr'itaatmaanah uparamet'h.
Freed from all past sinful reactions and forbidden things, those without self-realization, one should hold back.
Somewhere a new mother, weak with the effort of childbirth, cradles her son--her first and only, such a beautiful spark of life.
Somewhere a son cradles his dying mother, tilts his cheek into her small bloodstained hand as she murmurs to him.
Upahanyaam upahaarah, ebhyah.
For this gift would destroy these beings.
Somewhere a trio of children, tumbling into a happy, giggling pile of warmth, make promises they swear will be stronger than time and growing up and boy-or-girl-cooties.
Somewhere a woman makes a bargain with fate, for the sake of the person she loves most, and her heart leaps when a pang of heat lances through her belly, a sliver of holy metal lengthening in her womb.
Ojasaa oshhati kathaa graahyam.
Listen, and this story that never happened will come to pass.
Somewhere a boy stumbles and falls on a subway platform, and a stranger dives forward to catch him. Somewhere a butterfly flaps its wings, and it rains in Tokyo.
Sada sukha pradayakam.
This in the name of that sacred thing.
Some people believe that joy holds the universe together; they name this joy ananda, and seek to stay in touch with it in all they do.
Some people can't quite stomach the idea that the world is held together by simple bliss.
Vrajangana sunayakam.
This thing is love.
They're usually in for a very violent shock.
Shantih.
Peace.