Title: Butterfly's Message
Author: Casshirek
Summary: Inspired by the Butterfly lovers. Simple fic, a moment of quiet reflection for Wufei. I hope I didn't get his character done wrongly. Teensy weensy fic. o.o
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It was beautiful.
Golden rays of the sun dripped across the heavens, interwinned with bands of tangerine and crimsom. Palest rose filigreed the lavender clouds. In the distance, the night was approaching and blue encroached upon the glimmering radiance of the sunset. It was a strange amalgamation of colours; cool and warm intermingled in a rich portrait of nature's glory.
"Nataku..." The name came unbidden to his lips.
Wufei froze. His mouth tensed into an authorative line, thinned in displeasure at his own humanity. Slender fingers caught a towel and drew it over his head. He rubbed his hair angrily, his motions coarse. Nostalgia was weakness. Reminiscing was foolish. What had happened could not be altered. He paused. Sunlight filtered through the layers of damp cotton, drawing his reluctant attention back up to the sunset. Nataku would have appreciated the sight.
Something glittered at the corner of his eye. Wufei tensed in anticipation, his muscles coiling in preparation to fight. No threat emerged. There was another flicker of light, a vivid splash of orange that shone more brillantly than the skies themselves. A butterfly wafted erratically into view. No more than a Monarch butterfly, a common sight in the flower- drenched gardens of his home, it was common. It was nothing.
But the sunset had burnished its wings with copper and scarlet, limning flames onto the delicate membranes that kept it aloft. To all outward appearances, the butterfly as a misplaced ribbon of flame. There was beauty in normalcy, a rich power in the frail. He could have crushed the insect with little more than a tensing of his fingers. Wufei stretched out a finger and watched in silence as the insect alighted on his finger. It shivered once under his scrutiny, expanding gossamer wings in repose. The butterfly did not linger, veering away before he could so much as begin to appreciate the rare beauty. The insect spiralled heavenwards, pausing for a heartbeat before it vanished into the dying sun. For an instant, just one moment in time, the butterfly was the heart of Shenlong's silhouette.
"I won't forget..."
Wufei turned and walked away.
~Owari
Author: Casshirek
Summary: Inspired by the Butterfly lovers. Simple fic, a moment of quiet reflection for Wufei. I hope I didn't get his character done wrongly. Teensy weensy fic. o.o
* * *
It was beautiful.
Golden rays of the sun dripped across the heavens, interwinned with bands of tangerine and crimsom. Palest rose filigreed the lavender clouds. In the distance, the night was approaching and blue encroached upon the glimmering radiance of the sunset. It was a strange amalgamation of colours; cool and warm intermingled in a rich portrait of nature's glory.
"Nataku..." The name came unbidden to his lips.
Wufei froze. His mouth tensed into an authorative line, thinned in displeasure at his own humanity. Slender fingers caught a towel and drew it over his head. He rubbed his hair angrily, his motions coarse. Nostalgia was weakness. Reminiscing was foolish. What had happened could not be altered. He paused. Sunlight filtered through the layers of damp cotton, drawing his reluctant attention back up to the sunset. Nataku would have appreciated the sight.
Something glittered at the corner of his eye. Wufei tensed in anticipation, his muscles coiling in preparation to fight. No threat emerged. There was another flicker of light, a vivid splash of orange that shone more brillantly than the skies themselves. A butterfly wafted erratically into view. No more than a Monarch butterfly, a common sight in the flower- drenched gardens of his home, it was common. It was nothing.
But the sunset had burnished its wings with copper and scarlet, limning flames onto the delicate membranes that kept it aloft. To all outward appearances, the butterfly as a misplaced ribbon of flame. There was beauty in normalcy, a rich power in the frail. He could have crushed the insect with little more than a tensing of his fingers. Wufei stretched out a finger and watched in silence as the insect alighted on his finger. It shivered once under his scrutiny, expanding gossamer wings in repose. The butterfly did not linger, veering away before he could so much as begin to appreciate the rare beauty. The insect spiralled heavenwards, pausing for a heartbeat before it vanished into the dying sun. For an instant, just one moment in time, the butterfly was the heart of Shenlong's silhouette.
"I won't forget..."
Wufei turned and walked away.
~Owari