Beginning note: I don't own Spirited Away, I'm not making any money off it, and this is all for the funzys.
Ablution - A ceremonial act of washing parts of the body or sacred containers
Communication
When she opened her eyes again, she had to blink a couple of times to make sure she wasn't seeing things.
He was there. Her nameless god. She'd never seen his face before, but she could recognize him anywhere, and the look of sadness in his turbulent eyes spoke of a kindred understanding she knew was as great as her own loss. It was a look she'd never wanted to see in this young boy's eyes.
Even though they were not a young boy's eyes, those eyes were set in the face of a child, but they held centuries of memories she could only hazard a guess at.
If this was his way of letting her know he was ready for some communication between them, then she most assuredly took his hint.
"I fell in love with your great, great grandmother when she was but a child who spent her days swimming through my waters. And I thought to claim her for my own by removing her lover from this world. Foolish, I know. She never forgave me for that, and for a time I thought her hatred was the most painful thing I've ever endured. I was wrong. It was her despair that destroyed me more than I thought possible."
Note: -Yawns- Its tomorrow; I might as well update, even if half the people who read this suddenly vanished. I'm working on the 53rd drabble, so... yeah. 'Ere go. -trods off to go play some scrabble-