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Look, silhouette in the mirror ahead
Everytime Deva looks in the mirror, he never fully sees himself- only a red silhouette. His face, his eyes, his hands; all tainted with red.
He didn't feel remorse- Deva had done it for him, after all. He'd bathed in the red with him.
She’s in pain in my selfish gaze
His mother doesn't like that he's tainted. She hates it, the red. And being covered in so much of it, Deva is sure she must hate him too.
He regrets making her hate him. Because Deva can clearly see how much pain she is in, all because of him. Because he'd wanted to destroy all who dared to even think of touching him.
He'd told Deva not to, but Deva hadn't listened to him. He'd been blinded by his own selfish need for vengance, he didn't stop to consider the man he was trying to avenge.
And in the end, Both the man he did all of it for and his own mother now hated him.
I can’t leave you in this cruel place
Deva had left him once- In that wretched place they'd both called home. He had promised to come back, had Sworn to him.
But he wished he hadn't waited till he was called upon. Because by then, it had been too late. The boy he once knew was gone- he was no longer the same.
The man that had stood behind him that day- the man that had called his name- in the way only he and Deva's mother did. Though he had changed, it was still him-
Deva didn't need to think twice. He was ready to go back to his side and stay there till he took his last breath.
I want to hug you tightly and leave
When they embraced eachother, the hollowness Deva had felt in all the years spent apart was gone. Replaced by a familiar warmth- his warmth.
Deva felt whole again.
Don’t be afraid, hold my hand
When they were young, Deva would hold his hand when they played- balancing on the stones, because Deva didn't want him to fall. Ever.
And when Deva had heard of what his brother done, he took his hand in his own and marched into the crowd.
He was afraid, Deva could tell; not only of what his brother would do to him, but also to Deva.
So Deva showed him he didn't need to be afraid, didn't need to cower- Because Deva was there.
Mademoiselle My King, let me take you
Deva didn't care if he had to use an electric wire or an electric pole; as long as it was for him, Deva was ready- is ready to do anything.
They walked out of there- hand in hand. And when Deva saw the look on his face, he completely forgot that he was bleeding.
Because he'd bleed a thousand times over, make anyone bleed a thousand times over- if that's what it took to protect him.
And I just want you to be my side
Deva wanted nothing more than to be with him. To be by his Sultan. To be his loyal Salaar.
But for his mother's sake, he'd needed to leave.
Every minute apart, Deva's heart ached for him. He longed for the day he could return to him, and take his rightful place- by his side.
Follow me, don’t look down, will you come up?
Deva wanted to be someone he could always rely on. Deva wanted to be the one he could always count on.
Deva wanted to give him all his love, his devotion. Show him his faith, his loyalty.
Deva wanted to help him balance like he used to- Deva would become the ground he walked on if that's what he needed him to be.
He didn't want to let him feel fear again. He wanted to shield him from everything that sought to hurt him, and enact revenge tenfold on everything that already had.
He wanted to see him smile the way he used to- full of life, and full of joy. He wanted to take this man and take him far, far away from all of his pain- to get him to forget about it all.
Deva would give anything to see this man relieved of the constant lines of worry etched into his face- to see him be truly happy.
Time is asleep On this quiet paradise
That night, He'd laid down on Deva's lap and slept soundly as Deva gently stroked his chest, careful as if he'd break him.
He'd been drunk. He'd been peaceful. Which Deva later came to learn- was not the norm.
But in that moment, it had felt as if time had stopped, for them. So they could enjoy this rare, peaceful and tender moment.
There’s no one to listen, just the two of us on this unfamiliar stage
When Deva had gotten there, He'd been covered in red. Not the same red Deva was tainted by now, no- that would be after they took down the drugged people.
In that moment, it was just the two of them, standing there, side by side- drenched in blood after fighting the crazed men who had been set upon them.
It was one of the best things Deva had ever experienced in his life- but no one else would understand. Not Deva's mother, not Baba. No one. No one but them.
You and I, captured in the moonlight, would be nice
Deva wished to spend every waking moment with him. He wanted to hold him as he drifted to sleep.
Just like that night, drunk under the moonlight.
Can’t wash the blood out of my hands No one can
Deva sees red on his face. Red on his hands. Red everywhere. He tries to wash it off, but it never goes away. His own mother is afraid of him, and it's that fact that causes him to be afraid of himself.
No forgiveness, but can’t you grant Last wish from me?
Deva lives on; doing exactly as he was told, in the hope that one day he could get his mother to forgive him. That Some day, he would be allowed again to see him.
Because Deva wanted to see him even if he'd be the last thing that Deva would see. To hear his voice one last time would be his last wish.
My heart, after turning back time, Holding you there
Even after all the years, Deva couldn't let him go. His heart has, does and would belong to him. Forever.
That was something that simply could not be changed. Because Deva believed that somehow, they'd find eachother again.
Watch your step, count one, two, three Last dance with me
Babe, hold my hand Mademoiselle My King, let me take you And I just want you to be my side
Follow me, don’t look down, will you come up? In this quiet paradise where time has fallen asleep There’s no one to listen, On this unfamiliar stage just for the two of us
You and I, captured in moonlight, would be nice
Loved by everyone?
Even God failed,
That day, Deva had bloodied his hands, but had saved those women. His people. Their people.
But now, years later; when even He could be hated, how could Deva be praised? He couldn't.
at least, On the road we came together
Let the anemones bloom red
Even if memories are all Deva had now, he was glad. Because he knew, there were still points in their life when they were happy.
Like in their childhood, before they'd been separated. Before Deva had to leave him behind.
Before they had to be separated for the second time; when they could finally love eachother.
Before, when Varadha had still been Deva's.