SCARLET by Sievert Dianr
Disclaimer:
Ahem. Sailormoon really ISN'T mine. I promise you.
She didn't often get to be this close to him.
So close she could touch him.
Wanted to.
Wanted him to touch her.
He had in the past.
Long, long, long ago.
In times beyond memory.
His memory, anyway.
She never forgot.
The way he would make love to her.
The way he LIKED to make love to her.
Illicit. Unseen. Unknown.
And now forgotten.
People never asked questions of her.
When she would wander the halls of the palace.
This bright, gleaming city.
On the dawn of the new age.
Brighter and more beautiful than the original had ever been.
And because they never asked those questions...
She never told them what the old world had been like.
The magic of the past, also lost in her mute silence.
But then, she expected that.
Welcomed the feeling of separation.
She didn't like forcing herself upon others.
But she wanted to...
Upon him.
To touch him.
To make love to him.
To force herself upon him.
Just to make him notice.
Make him see her as she wanted him to.
As something better than what he already had.
There had been guilt.
When she allowed herself those thoughts.
When she served the Princess so faithfully.
She looked at her with eyes of hidden envy.
And sometimes, just sometimes...
She thought the Princess knew.
Everything.
The smile on the corners of her mouth.
Wry and knowing.
It would make her stomach turn.
How much DID she know?
About everything?
About the past.
Maybe nothing at all.
Maybe she was just being paranoid.
She'd like to think so.
And in those moments, the jealousy...
The feeling of worthlessness...
Was allowed to flourish, unabated.
She wondered why she simply didn't make a proposal.
Straight out.
And out.
To the Prince.
She was sure she could make him see...
That she was worth the risk...
Of straying his eye.
She would not have been the first.
Mars had, and Mercury.
So why NOT her?
What was so different about her?
They'd done it with him.
Felt no shame.
Even confessed everything to the Princess.
Still felt no shame.
And the Princess...
It was hard to tell.
Her reaction, so muted, as if she had expected as much.
And if that was so...
Did she expect as much from her?
Or did she expect MORE?
More from the person who was no mere senshi...
But one of her daughter's closest friends.
Confidante.
Teacher.
Mentor.
Counsellor.
And, in the end...
That may have been the only thing that stopped her.
A little pink-haired girl.
The loneliness of eternity...
Stretched out before her.
She had time.
All the time in the universe.
And in time...
Sievert Dinar (5/10/02) sievertd@hotmail.com
Disclaimer:
Ahem. Sailormoon really ISN'T mine. I promise you.
She didn't often get to be this close to him.
So close she could touch him.
Wanted to.
Wanted him to touch her.
He had in the past.
Long, long, long ago.
In times beyond memory.
His memory, anyway.
She never forgot.
The way he would make love to her.
The way he LIKED to make love to her.
Illicit. Unseen. Unknown.
And now forgotten.
People never asked questions of her.
When she would wander the halls of the palace.
This bright, gleaming city.
On the dawn of the new age.
Brighter and more beautiful than the original had ever been.
And because they never asked those questions...
She never told them what the old world had been like.
The magic of the past, also lost in her mute silence.
But then, she expected that.
Welcomed the feeling of separation.
She didn't like forcing herself upon others.
But she wanted to...
Upon him.
To touch him.
To make love to him.
To force herself upon him.
Just to make him notice.
Make him see her as she wanted him to.
As something better than what he already had.
There had been guilt.
When she allowed herself those thoughts.
When she served the Princess so faithfully.
She looked at her with eyes of hidden envy.
And sometimes, just sometimes...
She thought the Princess knew.
Everything.
The smile on the corners of her mouth.
Wry and knowing.
It would make her stomach turn.
How much DID she know?
About everything?
About the past.
Maybe nothing at all.
Maybe she was just being paranoid.
She'd like to think so.
And in those moments, the jealousy...
The feeling of worthlessness...
Was allowed to flourish, unabated.
She wondered why she simply didn't make a proposal.
Straight out.
And out.
To the Prince.
She was sure she could make him see...
That she was worth the risk...
Of straying his eye.
She would not have been the first.
Mars had, and Mercury.
So why NOT her?
What was so different about her?
They'd done it with him.
Felt no shame.
Even confessed everything to the Princess.
Still felt no shame.
And the Princess...
It was hard to tell.
Her reaction, so muted, as if she had expected as much.
And if that was so...
Did she expect as much from her?
Or did she expect MORE?
More from the person who was no mere senshi...
But one of her daughter's closest friends.
Confidante.
Teacher.
Mentor.
Counsellor.
And, in the end...
That may have been the only thing that stopped her.
A little pink-haired girl.
The loneliness of eternity...
Stretched out before her.
She had time.
All the time in the universe.
And in time...
Sievert Dinar (5/10/02) sievertd@hotmail.com