Everything Will Be Alright
pt. 2
Haruka had been within the burial grounds for the present day Senshi days earlier. She'd went alone, knowing that she would have been unable to compose herself in such a situation. No one had seen Haruka without her tough exterior, and she wanted it to stay that way.
They pulled up to the two story home, the car stopping in the 'c' shaped driveway. It was the ideal home. A perfectly square, two story home with the appearance of being made out of bricks. A white door was set beneath a small overhang, white columns providing support for the above structure. Leading up to the entrance were two brick steps. A multitude of foliage surrounded the home. It was the ideal home set in the ideal setting, by the sea.
The dull hum of an engine subsided with the turn of a metal key. The car was red with a black leather interior, an electronically removable black roof situated on the automobile. It seemed rather ancient but in wonderful condition. It was as picturesque as the modern home situated by the sea.
Haruka opened the door, stepping from the ancient car. Her spouse, Michiru, did the same. Michiru wasn't much for gentleman manners, especially since Haruka was quite female.
Silence echoed through the surrounding air as the both stepped up to the door of their home. Michiru's head was bowed, starring down at her black boots, her hands clasped together at her waist. The green haired woman was in her most vulnerable state and Haruka felt absolutely helpless. And with a sigh that conveyed that sense of helplessness she opened the door, letting Michiru take the first steps inside.
Their home was just as cozy inside as it appeared to be from the outside. It was a relatively large home, appropriately decorated for Christmas.
Michiru stepped through one of the many arched entrances which lead to another area of the home. Haruka did not follow but instead veered off to the left, tossing the keys onto a table beside the door as she passed by.
Michiru slowly removed the white scarf from about her hair, running the fabric through her hands in an unconscious gesture. She removed the rest of her necessary winter clothing, tossing them without care upon a near by rocking chair. For a short moment she stood there in the living room, starring into a self-induced oblivion, her attention only snapping back at the calling words of her lover.
"Michiru, honey, I made you some egg nog."
The smile that came forth was forced as Michiru turned about to face Haruka.
Haruka carried a silver carrying tray, ornately decorated with swirling designs of no particular order. Sitting upon the tray were a plate of recently made cookies and two glasses of egg nog. The woman sat the tray upon a coffee table in the room, her attention moving to that of the fireplace which she stocked with wooden logs and lit.
Michiru had sat on the soft brown couch, which had been place in arrangement with a rocker of the same color and material, as well as a smaller couch that seated only two, not three, all in a square, the coffee table placed in the middle. In the corner of the room was their tree, light with white lights and strung with ribbon, balls of red and green hanging from the fake branches. The fireplace was placed facing the square arrangement of brown furniture. A rug and various pictures, tables, and lamps decorated the rest of the room.
Haruka moved to sit in the rocking chair, which sat opposite of the couch Michiru sat on. Her feet were spread apart and her arms laying across her thighs, hands clasping together between her legs.
"Michiru...honey...please, say something." Haruka made that plea, her voice cracking mid sentence as she attempted to push down the tightening, burning feeling in her throat.
Michiru sighed heavily, somewhat elevating the heavy feeling on her chest. She still fiddled with the white scarf, only noticing now her actions, to which she stopped by tossing aside the item. Her bowed head finally looked up, eyes a light pink from tears already shed. She once more sighed before speaking.
"Haruka..." That the only word she could manage before she finally burst out into shoulder jerking sobs, her head falling into her hands.
That got Haruka moving, she literally propelled herself from that chair and beside Michiru on that couch. Her strong arms quickly encircling the woman, one hand placed on the back of her head, stroking the green hair in a soothing manner.
"Shh, my dear. Everything will be alright, I'm here."
Everything wouldn't be alright. Michiru was dying inside at this loss. She'd been through so much with Setsuna...what was she to do now?
"Oh gods, Haruka, what am I to do? Setsuna, one of our very own, is gone. She's dead! Never to be seen again! I'll never hear her voice, I'll never be able to ask for advice like I'd done so many times... And what about Hotaru? What about her? She was so close to Setsuna... " Michiru spoke quickly, wanting to get all her emotions out. She didn't like this sad, sad feeling that was being forced down upon her. With a sigh she relaxed her form on the woman she loved the most of all.
Seeing Michiru in such pain was tearing Haruka up inside. Haruka was silently mourning the loss of a dear friend, and Michiru's own pleas were beginning to break down her strong exterior. And in a rare moment Haruka cried along with Michiru, albeit quite quietly. However, unbeknownst to Haruka, Michiru knew Haruka was crying. She knew by the slight shakes of her body, and Michiru returned the embrace given by Haruka, wrapping her slim arms around the woman's body.
"Oh, my Haruka, we can make it through this tough time...as much as it aches my heart, soul, and body over Setsuna...we can make it..."
Michiru was at a loss of words on how to comfort her beloved, doing it only how she knew best, with her loving embrace. They both sat there on that brown couch, embraced not only by each other, but the warmth of the fire.
Michiru pushed herself away from Haruka slightly, looking up into her tear stained face. Her fair hand cupped the woman's cheek, caressing it with her thumb before she brought her face down towards her, kissing the woman slowly. Simultaneously, Michiru pushed the woman back onto the couch, and it was she who was the aggressor in this night's love making.
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Second part to my first story, obviously. Uhm... I'm not so sure as to how well I did on this one, it seems rather slow moving to me. I'm curious, do you think I portrayed Haruka and Michiru appropriately?
pt. 2
Haruka had been within the burial grounds for the present day Senshi days earlier. She'd went alone, knowing that she would have been unable to compose herself in such a situation. No one had seen Haruka without her tough exterior, and she wanted it to stay that way.
They pulled up to the two story home, the car stopping in the 'c' shaped driveway. It was the ideal home. A perfectly square, two story home with the appearance of being made out of bricks. A white door was set beneath a small overhang, white columns providing support for the above structure. Leading up to the entrance were two brick steps. A multitude of foliage surrounded the home. It was the ideal home set in the ideal setting, by the sea.
The dull hum of an engine subsided with the turn of a metal key. The car was red with a black leather interior, an electronically removable black roof situated on the automobile. It seemed rather ancient but in wonderful condition. It was as picturesque as the modern home situated by the sea.
Haruka opened the door, stepping from the ancient car. Her spouse, Michiru, did the same. Michiru wasn't much for gentleman manners, especially since Haruka was quite female.
Silence echoed through the surrounding air as the both stepped up to the door of their home. Michiru's head was bowed, starring down at her black boots, her hands clasped together at her waist. The green haired woman was in her most vulnerable state and Haruka felt absolutely helpless. And with a sigh that conveyed that sense of helplessness she opened the door, letting Michiru take the first steps inside.
Their home was just as cozy inside as it appeared to be from the outside. It was a relatively large home, appropriately decorated for Christmas.
Michiru stepped through one of the many arched entrances which lead to another area of the home. Haruka did not follow but instead veered off to the left, tossing the keys onto a table beside the door as she passed by.
Michiru slowly removed the white scarf from about her hair, running the fabric through her hands in an unconscious gesture. She removed the rest of her necessary winter clothing, tossing them without care upon a near by rocking chair. For a short moment she stood there in the living room, starring into a self-induced oblivion, her attention only snapping back at the calling words of her lover.
"Michiru, honey, I made you some egg nog."
The smile that came forth was forced as Michiru turned about to face Haruka.
Haruka carried a silver carrying tray, ornately decorated with swirling designs of no particular order. Sitting upon the tray were a plate of recently made cookies and two glasses of egg nog. The woman sat the tray upon a coffee table in the room, her attention moving to that of the fireplace which she stocked with wooden logs and lit.
Michiru had sat on the soft brown couch, which had been place in arrangement with a rocker of the same color and material, as well as a smaller couch that seated only two, not three, all in a square, the coffee table placed in the middle. In the corner of the room was their tree, light with white lights and strung with ribbon, balls of red and green hanging from the fake branches. The fireplace was placed facing the square arrangement of brown furniture. A rug and various pictures, tables, and lamps decorated the rest of the room.
Haruka moved to sit in the rocking chair, which sat opposite of the couch Michiru sat on. Her feet were spread apart and her arms laying across her thighs, hands clasping together between her legs.
"Michiru...honey...please, say something." Haruka made that plea, her voice cracking mid sentence as she attempted to push down the tightening, burning feeling in her throat.
Michiru sighed heavily, somewhat elevating the heavy feeling on her chest. She still fiddled with the white scarf, only noticing now her actions, to which she stopped by tossing aside the item. Her bowed head finally looked up, eyes a light pink from tears already shed. She once more sighed before speaking.
"Haruka..." That the only word she could manage before she finally burst out into shoulder jerking sobs, her head falling into her hands.
That got Haruka moving, she literally propelled herself from that chair and beside Michiru on that couch. Her strong arms quickly encircling the woman, one hand placed on the back of her head, stroking the green hair in a soothing manner.
"Shh, my dear. Everything will be alright, I'm here."
Everything wouldn't be alright. Michiru was dying inside at this loss. She'd been through so much with Setsuna...what was she to do now?
"Oh gods, Haruka, what am I to do? Setsuna, one of our very own, is gone. She's dead! Never to be seen again! I'll never hear her voice, I'll never be able to ask for advice like I'd done so many times... And what about Hotaru? What about her? She was so close to Setsuna... " Michiru spoke quickly, wanting to get all her emotions out. She didn't like this sad, sad feeling that was being forced down upon her. With a sigh she relaxed her form on the woman she loved the most of all.
Seeing Michiru in such pain was tearing Haruka up inside. Haruka was silently mourning the loss of a dear friend, and Michiru's own pleas were beginning to break down her strong exterior. And in a rare moment Haruka cried along with Michiru, albeit quite quietly. However, unbeknownst to Haruka, Michiru knew Haruka was crying. She knew by the slight shakes of her body, and Michiru returned the embrace given by Haruka, wrapping her slim arms around the woman's body.
"Oh, my Haruka, we can make it through this tough time...as much as it aches my heart, soul, and body over Setsuna...we can make it..."
Michiru was at a loss of words on how to comfort her beloved, doing it only how she knew best, with her loving embrace. They both sat there on that brown couch, embraced not only by each other, but the warmth of the fire.
Michiru pushed herself away from Haruka slightly, looking up into her tear stained face. Her fair hand cupped the woman's cheek, caressing it with her thumb before she brought her face down towards her, kissing the woman slowly. Simultaneously, Michiru pushed the woman back onto the couch, and it was she who was the aggressor in this night's love making.
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Second part to my first story, obviously. Uhm... I'm not so sure as to how well I did on this one, it seems rather slow moving to me. I'm curious, do you think I portrayed Haruka and Michiru appropriately?
