Softly
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The sky is nearing the thick, silken shade of midnight, and she is not afraid though the wind is parting before her and the sea is drawing nearer; she is falling, tears on her face, but his fingers are woven with hers, and she smiles: spiralling obsidian night and the deep scent of a murmuring sea, and his face melding into a purely contented smile; and--
Water on her cheeks and she wakes, suddenly, turning sleepily beneath the thin summer sheets. She draws herself up, slightly chubby fingers hooking along the windowsill, and pressing her nose to the glass looks out to the beach and the surf. Nothing stirs along the sand, nor in the air, and wrinkling her nose at the crystalline bright moon, settles back away from the window. She crosses her legs, scrubbing a hand against her mouth to stifle a clumsy, wakening yawn.
"Nn," she mumbles, blinking about in the darkness of the beach-house attic. She touches fingers absently to her cheeks, looking absently for moisture that is not there. A frown pulls her lips down, into a straining, thoughtful pout; her fingers pat alongside the cot for the small bag of candy secreted there. "Can't remember," she wrinkles her nose again, drawing a piece of caramel out.
She wants to, but cannot, feeling warm and somehow wistful as she glances out the window again, to the blue of the sea and the black of the sky.
White silk dances outside, and her jaw slowing as she chews the sugary-tough caramel, she leans up on her knees, holding a hand against the humid glass. "I remember you," she says softly, watching the ribbon twirl in the distance, glinting under the moon before vanishing into the waiting waters.
And she does remember, for a moment, but it fades, sliding back into the sleepy warmth of a forgotten dream.
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Disclaimer: Haku and Chihiro are the creations of Hayao Miyazaki and Studio Ghibli.
(Originally posted at http://www.livejournal.com/~wolfhowln2)
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The sky is nearing the thick, silken shade of midnight, and she is not afraid though the wind is parting before her and the sea is drawing nearer; she is falling, tears on her face, but his fingers are woven with hers, and she smiles: spiralling obsidian night and the deep scent of a murmuring sea, and his face melding into a purely contented smile; and--
Water on her cheeks and she wakes, suddenly, turning sleepily beneath the thin summer sheets. She draws herself up, slightly chubby fingers hooking along the windowsill, and pressing her nose to the glass looks out to the beach and the surf. Nothing stirs along the sand, nor in the air, and wrinkling her nose at the crystalline bright moon, settles back away from the window. She crosses her legs, scrubbing a hand against her mouth to stifle a clumsy, wakening yawn.
"Nn," she mumbles, blinking about in the darkness of the beach-house attic. She touches fingers absently to her cheeks, looking absently for moisture that is not there. A frown pulls her lips down, into a straining, thoughtful pout; her fingers pat alongside the cot for the small bag of candy secreted there. "Can't remember," she wrinkles her nose again, drawing a piece of caramel out.
She wants to, but cannot, feeling warm and somehow wistful as she glances out the window again, to the blue of the sea and the black of the sky.
White silk dances outside, and her jaw slowing as she chews the sugary-tough caramel, she leans up on her knees, holding a hand against the humid glass. "I remember you," she says softly, watching the ribbon twirl in the distance, glinting under the moon before vanishing into the waiting waters.
And she does remember, for a moment, but it fades, sliding back into the sleepy warmth of a forgotten dream.
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Disclaimer: Haku and Chihiro are the creations of Hayao Miyazaki and Studio Ghibli.
(Originally posted at http://www.livejournal.com/~wolfhowln2)