He figured it out too late
Title: The Difference
Theme: Senshi/Shitennou: Day 19, Impossible Love by *SelinaFrench, sm_monthly, January 2009
Genre: Angst/Drama
Rating: PG13
Notes: Kind of an English teacher's nightmare, but it's intentional. I liked playing outside the parameters of accepted rules; it was fun.
she smelled like the ocean: salty and overwhelming, his vision faded to darkness as he sunk lower into her depths.
She was a day at the beach. He not only smelled the salt, he felt the coarse sand between toes and underneath calloused feet, blinked blindly into the sun, heard the waves rising and falling, destroying the smaller ones that dared go before it, tasted… the unbidden on Her skin, in Her mouth… everywhere.
she dripped of skepticism and shrewdness: hesitant to spend time with him, aware of every touch, cutting her eyes at him when he complimented her, seeking the truth as if he wore it like a cape.
She was all sensuality and play. She draped himself around him, long hair almost grasping at his shoulders, winding about his neck. With Her mouth hovering over his collarbone, he thought She would nuzzle him. Instead, She licked him firmly, ending with a flick at his ear lobe. "Mmmm," She hummed, laying Her head contentedly on his shoulder.
she spoke facts and logistics, endearing him to her curiosity and honesty.
"Tell me why you love me."
She was rhetoric and analogies, confusing him with Her circular thinking, Her entrapping questions.
"A princess and a senshi, or a Goddess and a Queen?"
she asked, "Why?" with tears in her eyes.
She said, "Because I could," with a blanket wrapped around Her naked body, and Zoisite guiltily sated on the bed.
her short blue style was calm and soothing, sad and almost forgiving.
Her long sea-green tresses were jealous and serpentine; like a sea with an undercurrent that swept him away, so far and so fast that he did not know how he had gotten to wherever he was, only that he was there and lost and left behind.
She had brought him away from what was his, seducing him with whispers, teasing him with caresses, tormenting him with images in Her mirror of what they could have. She had wrapped Herself around him until he was all Hers.
And then She had abandoned him. She was the kind to leave him floundering in the sea.
she was the kind who would have saved him, if he had not been him, if he had not done that, maybe even if She had not been Her.
That was the difference between mercury and Neptune.
She had wanted to be his ruin. she had wanted to be his salvation.
Zoisite mourned the day he had given to one and not the other.
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