This is a new story, and my first, that I've wanted to try out for a while since beginning to read fanfiction. Yes, it is a betrayal story but I'd like to say a somewhat different take on how strong Usagi actually is. For this story I might use a combination of the Japanese, and English dub names... Whichever seems to flow naturally into the story like Haruka instead of Amara. So, this is the interlude to the story, a mere 384 words though, so tell me what you think please. Thanks! (:
The moon reflected itself in her being. It was showering her with a diamond-like essence that seemed to encompass her being, struggling to support itself within, only wanting to pour itself out unto the world to simply engulf it in its divine strength. The moon wanted to bathe the world in the innocence it felt within the woman it was heartening. The woman was a character of more than mere terminologies as she was the quintessence of splendor. Her golden strands of silver cascading down her back in a heavenly twirl, being set free for this tryst between the moon and her. As she combed her fingers entwined in her hair, the lengthy fibers being softer than the sweetest kiss from the first touch between lovers. The light glistened off of her peachy alabaster skin, making her glow in sparkles. She herself was the company of light. As a calm breeze flew past her, she opened her silver specked shades of blue. She closed her eyes as the wind cooled itself around her, and released her cognizance. The woman never wanted to live alone, her nature too compassionate to be united just by herself. A part of her spoke itself aloud in her mind. She wanted to strain and reach out to those she fancied to trust. She adapted to their wants to succumb to her needs. However it is in man's nature to become insatiable with supremacy. This is how it always happened. Yet the cycle continues as the ones that she loves become reintroduced with the power of resurrection. She knows that she will hurt again as it has happened before. Yet she yearns for the comfort that they bring. She yearns for the companionship that they bestow upon her. She yearns for the abhorrence that they punish her with for her 'inadequacies', knowing that the next step is their renewed friendship. Yet each time they don't know the true story, because they've never listened. They never knew. The other part of her mind then made its presence known. It wanted a change of fate, with a change of heart. It wanted retribution for the affection taken away, and the agony triggered. The woman herself was the: painfulness of purity, mistress of métier, and justice of jurisdiction. She was Serenity.