VIOLET by Sievert Dinar
Disclaimer - Sailormoon is owned by a lot of people, most of whom
are not me, so don't get all worked up about my using the characters
in ways they weren't meant. I'm just a common or garden fanfic
writer without a hope in this dark and cruel world. Maybe.
She watched the little girl play in the garden.
Laughing like every child should at such times.
She watched the little girl play on the swing.
Flinging herself back and forth.
Tempting momentum to throw her afar.
She watched the little girl marvel at the fish...
Within the large fountain pond.
So many different species, from all over the world.
The little girl smiled, clapping her hands together...
As the fish flitted back and forth from the surface...
To the bottom, and back again.
And she smiled in unison, even though she watched...
From a distance.
She was not allowed to play with the child.
Even though, at times, it was hard to resist.
Memories of days past, where they had shared so much.
So terribly hard to put aside.
But her duty, her responsibility, always came first.
No matter how painful it was to her.
Such...
Intense...
Emotional...
Pain...
She watched as the mother and father of the little girl...
Stepped into the garden, smiling as they always did.
In her presence.
And the little girl turned from the pond.
Smiling in return.
Leaping into the arms of her mother. Holding tightly.
Not wanting to let go, these moments of pure joy.
And innocence.
And she watched as the girl turned to her father...
Who held out a flower to his child.
Not a rose, as had been his custom, but a violet.
Deep, intense purple. The colour SHE so loved.
And the little girl took the flower in her hands...
And seemed a little confused.
Did she feel some precognition, of what was to come?
For her, at least, the future.
And she stopped watching the little girl and her parents.
And turned away.
Trying to hold back the tears.
A friendship that transcended death...
Was exceedingly hard to break.
=^.^= niya
Sievert Anathea Dienar sievertd@start.com.au
Disclaimer - Sailormoon is owned by a lot of people, most of whom
are not me, so don't get all worked up about my using the characters
in ways they weren't meant. I'm just a common or garden fanfic
writer without a hope in this dark and cruel world. Maybe.
She watched the little girl play in the garden.
Laughing like every child should at such times.
She watched the little girl play on the swing.
Flinging herself back and forth.
Tempting momentum to throw her afar.
She watched the little girl marvel at the fish...
Within the large fountain pond.
So many different species, from all over the world.
The little girl smiled, clapping her hands together...
As the fish flitted back and forth from the surface...
To the bottom, and back again.
And she smiled in unison, even though she watched...
From a distance.
She was not allowed to play with the child.
Even though, at times, it was hard to resist.
Memories of days past, where they had shared so much.
So terribly hard to put aside.
But her duty, her responsibility, always came first.
No matter how painful it was to her.
Such...
Intense...
Emotional...
Pain...
She watched as the mother and father of the little girl...
Stepped into the garden, smiling as they always did.
In her presence.
And the little girl turned from the pond.
Smiling in return.
Leaping into the arms of her mother. Holding tightly.
Not wanting to let go, these moments of pure joy.
And innocence.
And she watched as the girl turned to her father...
Who held out a flower to his child.
Not a rose, as had been his custom, but a violet.
Deep, intense purple. The colour SHE so loved.
And the little girl took the flower in her hands...
And seemed a little confused.
Did she feel some precognition, of what was to come?
For her, at least, the future.
And she stopped watching the little girl and her parents.
And turned away.
Trying to hold back the tears.
A friendship that transcended death...
Was exceedingly hard to break.
=^.^= niya
Sievert Anathea Dienar sievertd@start.com.au