Sometime, lost in the chirp chirp of crickets fiddling their love songs in the heavy, sultry summer night, Utena reclined in the grass, and felt infinately, disturbingly small.
She remembered when she and Anthy danced among the roses, floating and drifting off into their rouge-velvet islands and seeing the dark sky reflected in the water. As breathtaking as the view was, there was a clear, overwhelming feeling, as if the layers and layers of delicate, cellophane night had smothered her with nary a sound.
She remembered the duelists, the elite. They were always so powerful. They seemed to have everything. Utena felt small to them too.
crackle, crackle
Footsteps were behind her. Utena looked back, and saw Anthy smiling gently from behind blank spectacles.
Somehow, when Utena thought of Anthy, that delicate hand in hers, when she protected Anthy from the advances from Saionji, she felt powerful. For now, it was only in the duels that Utena felt large.
Utena felt like a giant, sometimes. Whenever Anthy would stand near her, or be her friend, Utena would feel tall. Not so much in physical size, per se, but her chest felt like it would grow so large it would burst her heart into rose petals.
The Sword of Dios felt heavy, and metallic, expectant for a duelist that would protect the weak, just like her prince. She would protect Anthy's happiness, because she promised, and she would be damned if she gave that up.
It was becoming too warm now. Utena brushed back her swirly, pink hair, closed her eyes, and patted the space beside her so Anthy could join.
