About eternity. Oblique spoilers for up to episode 37. This doesn't fit
into any particular continuity. 


Something Eternal
by Ophelia Coelridge 


Rose-petal red flecks the marble floor, and the Victor of the Duel has
sword in hand. 

"You're my only Prince, Utena-sama." 

"I know I am, Anthy." Utena cups her cheek with one long-fingered hand.
The rose signet shines muted silver against her Bride's dusky skin. 

"We'll always be like this." 

"Eternally," Utena agrees. After all, if there is anything in the world
but the quicksilver flash of metal on metal, the sonorous toll of bells,
and fathomless green eyes behind gleaming glass, she knows not of it. 

She does not remember... 

... does not... 

... there is nothing else. 

Anthy's fingers flutter up to brush her cheek, and Utena pushes the
blade deeper still, until the hilt meets her Bride's chest. 

Her blood is the same red as her roses. It stains the polished floor as
it drips steadily down the length of the blade protruding from her back. 

Eternally. 

END 

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