This was actually written as a gift for winn_12 on LJ...but since I haven't updated this in so long anyway. ^^;
Rating: Safe and clean!
Pairings Represented: Higurashi Kagome/Sesshoumaru,
Disblaimer: No one is mine!
Warnings: This is more the 'I'm very sappy so shoot me now' type of cycle. Either way...
Colors - Theme #031, "Vividly"; Theme #047, "Contrast"; Theme #054, "The far side"
They stand in a black void, back to back - his fingers curled loosely around the hilt of his sword, hers curved around her wrist, behind her.
She smiles at nothing and he frowns at everything.
He's white and gold and she's black and blue. He's supposed to be the moon and she's supposed to be the sun - because his light is so cold and self-sufficient and hers is so warm and constantly giving - but someone up there has surely confused the colors in the palette of life, to have them look so deceivingly wrong.
She is green - life, joy, spring - are he is red - death, sorrow, autumn - and together they're strangely vivid and full of color. They're always many shades, together or separately, and always at the opposite side of the spectrum.
A demon who is too bad at being human - but slowly learning - and a human who's too good at it - despite the tragedies, the losses and the heartache of unrequited love.
An enemy who's starting to comprehend the meaning of helping and an ally who's beginning to understand the meaning of forgiveness.
Of course, they can't see eye to eye at first. He's too prideful and she's too prejudiced and first impressions can sometimes really be horrible. Many factors are forced to come to their aid - lest the pattern of 'one step forward, two steps back' repeats so many times that they end up falling in completely different worlds. Again.
She mixes with violet and becomes jaded and he allows the yellow to brighten his dark hues a little; she nearly gives up hope, tired of falling and always getting up, and he opens his eyes to the small beacon of light shining far away and starts pursuing it curiously, as is his nature.
Compromise isn't in his vocabulary and selfishness isn't a word her mother taught her, but the fates perk up - strangely gleeful - when the first, awkward, step is made...
Just a bit closer, they whisper, muffling their laughter like small children.
They're just a bit closer in the void now. The sleeve of his haori is inches away from the back of her leg and the heat of her body warms his back pleasantly.
And they're still clueless. Or in denial. Maybe both?
The fates plot and scheme and wonder how long it'll be until the wind starts picking up and the space between them disappears completely...
Drabblish, I know. But...feel sheer depth? xD