Continuity: Episode six; Naota and Haruko are asleep on the bench together(before Ninamori passes). No, this is not sexual. ^^;
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Warmth
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warm and a
certain quiet content in the early, silent
morn as he breathes, even and soft; she watches and is
somehow pleased to feel, close and
engulfing,
that in simplicity they -
he and she -
have created a union of sorts, fitting together.
warm and she can feel, in
a cloud of anxious expectation,
that her goal is near: she almost has the power
she craves; but odd
reluctance exists, not really wanting to
move, much less leave him
but even as she listens, content like a
pampered feline,
she knows she would fight
him
(if she had to, ever)
for power and Atomsk, no matter how sweet he is in slumber.
warm and he still
has the round softness of childhood on his face, poised in the
awkward stage before he will really
absolutely
be the adult he dreams of being;
she watches his face, a catty frown pulling her lips
and gold eyes narrowed,
recognizing wholehearted, simple faith in his young face
even when he sleeps,
uneasily aware that she has become an integral piece in
his life, moreso than his family, and she
snorts, closing her eyes.
warm and she likes feeling as if they
are one, and two, and
maybe she will leave,
maybe she won't;
she lefts a boy before, excitable and vain, but
she never came back for him,
no,
she came back for Atomsk -
and for this boy, Naota:
one, and two, and together they are warm.
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Notes: Whee! I meant to post this yesterday, but school was horrible. 00; Anywho...fun fun.
Feedback: YAAAAY!
Disclaimer: I wish I was a psycopathic genius. But I'm not.
Dedication: Everyone who reviewed 'Flavor,' especially CTR (who kicks ass) and Seto (who threatened to kick my ass).
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Warmth
--
-
warm and a
certain quiet content in the early, silent
morn as he breathes, even and soft; she watches and is
somehow pleased to feel, close and
engulfing,
that in simplicity they -
he and she -
have created a union of sorts, fitting together.
warm and she can feel, in
a cloud of anxious expectation,
that her goal is near: she almost has the power
she craves; but odd
reluctance exists, not really wanting to
move, much less leave him
but even as she listens, content like a
pampered feline,
she knows she would fight
him
(if she had to, ever)
for power and Atomsk, no matter how sweet he is in slumber.
warm and he still
has the round softness of childhood on his face, poised in the
awkward stage before he will really
absolutely
be the adult he dreams of being;
she watches his face, a catty frown pulling her lips
and gold eyes narrowed,
recognizing wholehearted, simple faith in his young face
even when he sleeps,
uneasily aware that she has become an integral piece in
his life, moreso than his family, and she
snorts, closing her eyes.
warm and she likes feeling as if they
are one, and two, and
maybe she will leave,
maybe she won't;
she lefts a boy before, excitable and vain, but
she never came back for him,
no,
she came back for Atomsk -
and for this boy, Naota:
one, and two, and together they are warm.
--
-
Notes: Whee! I meant to post this yesterday, but school was horrible. 00; Anywho...fun fun.
Feedback: YAAAAY!
Disclaimer: I wish I was a psycopathic genius. But I'm not.
Dedication: Everyone who reviewed 'Flavor,' especially CTR (who kicks ass) and Seto (who threatened to kick my ass).