...DEFINITIONS...

Once upon a time, in a time long forgotten, there used to be only the definitive of a Masterless warrior and a Testament of Rage and they wandered the realm of whatever ink would draw for them, and in those times, they were young, wild and free. Though stuck with the three said words, they were also gallivanting within each other's frame of mind, infatuation, and inebriation. They were in lust... sometimes in love... and many times abhorring the company of one another. 

They were US.

We always had an ordinance that we went by, didn't we? People came in went. Stories ended prematurely and chapters are  exonerated as if they are sins of our own. While many things and so many people are finite, you and I will always be, forever in the shadow of one another.

One who abides by destitution. The other seething with fury. Both sensually engaged within each other's exuberance.

But something changed... didn't it? Something else seemed to have defined you and your armor that you dare put up; making adept out of your insecurities(Yellow). Something gave you color; elaborating on an insipid and yet astounding shade of blood of yours(Blue). Of course there is the inextricable one who sees through you and finds me(Purple).

Stories; fictions; as you and HER have already exponentially stated... The Bonds That Defines you... intertwined.

As we have frolicked within each other's comfort, alas I believe that we can dubiously say that we have found different shades of red, you and I. Well, perhaps you more than I. Victory can only be led by the ones who are governed by conviction. I do not have that conviction, I just have you, Wingless Angel.

But wait. There is a distortion isn't there? As much as SHE is yours and she's in your head and vice versa...

The bonds that defines us intertwined indeed...

Who do you think holds the shield while you are bound to your ... peril? In the fiction that we live and in the greatest roles that we have played thus far, who do you think will be the one to comfort her when the one who gets it right isn't there?

The tangled web we weaved in that story.