"Hail," she murmured. "How wonderful."
Prompt: Hail - written for fic_15
Fandom: Sailor Moon
Characters: Mercury, Zoisite
Genre: Drama
Rating: PG
"Mercury?"
Mercury started, her hands falling away from the pillar and turning abruptly.
She smiled, almost sheepish, but more gentle. "I thought you were the princess."
Zoisite almost raised a hand to his hair but managed to stop himself. Instead, he shifted to one foot and leaning lazily, said, "I don't know if that's a compliment to me or an insult to your princess."
Mercury's lips quirked in a sort of smile, but Zoisite could not determine what kind of smile it was. He watched as she turned back around to wrap her arms around the slim pillar, leaning her body against the cool marble.
The contact sent shivers through Mercury.
Zoisite evaluated the scene before him, waiting for her to speak in the silence. When she did not, he asked, slightly sardonic, "Enjoying the view?" His tone questioned her mood.
Mercury's head moved so slight and so fast, he was not sure it had happened, but he could tell that he had once again brought her out of thought and focus.
Tilting her head, she only said, "Mercury is full of ice. As much as it is heat. But this." She spoke in wonderment. "Raining ice. It's amazing." Zoisite could hear how she longed to extend an arm from its canopied shelter in the chaos within reach.
"Hail," he said.
"Hail," she murmured. "How wonderful."
Zoisite desperately felt he was intruding upon Mercury, but he could not help and stay, curious of her wonderment. He could understand fire; he could understand lightning. They brought upon spectacles of light, left behind remnants of fury, smoldered and smoked, crashed and thundered.
But ice?
Ice was cold and sharp and hard. And its fall from the sky was just cold and sharp and hard. It was more an inconvenience than anything else. And it wasn't spectacular; it's was plain: cold and sharp and hard.
Mercury moved from the shade into the hail, and Zoisite thought to call her back, but did not see the use.
'Let her see for herself what it is worth.'
Instead of surprise or disenchantment, Zoisite watched as Mercury delighted at the onslaught. Moving her hands in a circular motion, the chunks of ice began to spiral around her in a wide arc, moving until they were blurs of white, Mercury's eyes were wild with pleasure, a ferocious smile almost lustful marring her face. Her hair blew wild until the wave of ice solidified into what seemed like a solid wall of ice.
Zoisite could her silhouette clearly, watched as she brought her arms down, only to tap at the wall gently.
It shattered immediately.
That was the moment Zoisite understood to fear for Earth.
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