The Ghosts of Tranquility Crater Ch.6
By wingedpixie
Disclaimer: Look deeeeep into the crystal ball and observe that I do not own Sailor Moon. Good. Now we can get started.
Serenity ran, the long tails of her hair flowing silver white behind her in the reduced gravity. As she had passed the massive pearl gates that marked the end of the palace ground and kicked away her uncomfortable heeled shoes, the desperate shouts of the guards, scattered along the high walls of her home like shining white statues, faded from her ears; there was no air to carry her cries. And oh, how her heart leapt to see the glimmering spires of the Crystal City shrink in the distance, and feel gritty lunar dust chaffing the soles of her bare feet.
In truth the people didn't need her, not with capable Minako pulling the strings of the bickering courtiers, and slant-eyed Artemis whose tail lashed with a vibrant life all its own when his anger was sparked. They never had.
In her deepest core, she had thought herself a bit of a nuisance, even more so of late as the sharp looks from Rei and the heavy sighs of Minako, the brittle coldness of Ami's words had become more frequent. It was as if they had tired of their cheery queen. And the war. That horrid war. Her sudden flight would be a blessing, she was sure, though her heart twinged slightly at the anxiety Minako would feel. No doubt search parties would be sent.
But no, she would not allow then to find her, until that pink-haired, sugar- voiced angel was cradled in her arms and the price who conjured roses was solid at her side. Beyond a doubt they had existed; no figment of imagination could twist the heart so bitterly, so wretchedly with longing. And if the face of the moon was barren, free of any trace of their sweet souls, then her heart would shatter. Simply and without drama her breath would still. Her essence would leap from her slender form, crumpled in the shifting grey dust of the moon, and she would find them that way.
With the burst of poignant joy that comes only from flinging one's entire being into a single irreparable action, Serenity sped across broad stretches of pocked land.
By wingedpixie
Disclaimer: Look deeeeep into the crystal ball and observe that I do not own Sailor Moon. Good. Now we can get started.
Serenity ran, the long tails of her hair flowing silver white behind her in the reduced gravity. As she had passed the massive pearl gates that marked the end of the palace ground and kicked away her uncomfortable heeled shoes, the desperate shouts of the guards, scattered along the high walls of her home like shining white statues, faded from her ears; there was no air to carry her cries. And oh, how her heart leapt to see the glimmering spires of the Crystal City shrink in the distance, and feel gritty lunar dust chaffing the soles of her bare feet.
In truth the people didn't need her, not with capable Minako pulling the strings of the bickering courtiers, and slant-eyed Artemis whose tail lashed with a vibrant life all its own when his anger was sparked. They never had.
In her deepest core, she had thought herself a bit of a nuisance, even more so of late as the sharp looks from Rei and the heavy sighs of Minako, the brittle coldness of Ami's words had become more frequent. It was as if they had tired of their cheery queen. And the war. That horrid war. Her sudden flight would be a blessing, she was sure, though her heart twinged slightly at the anxiety Minako would feel. No doubt search parties would be sent.
But no, she would not allow then to find her, until that pink-haired, sugar- voiced angel was cradled in her arms and the price who conjured roses was solid at her side. Beyond a doubt they had existed; no figment of imagination could twist the heart so bitterly, so wretchedly with longing. And if the face of the moon was barren, free of any trace of their sweet souls, then her heart would shatter. Simply and without drama her breath would still. Her essence would leap from her slender form, crumpled in the shifting grey dust of the moon, and she would find them that way.
With the burst of poignant joy that comes only from flinging one's entire being into a single irreparable action, Serenity sped across broad stretches of pocked land.