Title: Broken
Author: Kentra Shinataku
Pairings: 5+D
Warnings:
for helga
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She was definitely not the type of woman to be striding through the park, even on a bright day. The air was brisk, and after nine years on Earth, Wufei was certain that the first snow was just around the corner. He evaluated her as she grew closer and closer, scrutinizing her over the thin frames of his reading glasses for signg of familiarity in the body language of the girl he remembered from the war. Their infrequent encounters were always brief; they hadn't even held a conversation.
The woman marching up the path couldn't be the audacous and manipulating Dorothy Catalonia he had met in his teenage years. A silvery halo of sunlight washed over blonde hair that was shorter than he remembered, and he found himself wishing her to hasten her pace so that her eyes could proove that she was the real Catalonia. He remembered, years ago, those icy blue eyes had been both the most disturbing and most alluring of her features. Now, he was longing to see that distant, chilled-yet-captivating gaze, because this simply could not be the same Dorothy. Her body had once flowed with the elegance that the Peacecraft girl only wished she could possess. Her movements had been loud and demanding, almost selfishly so, and she had been able to entrance a room just by standing in it and steal the spotlight by crossing her arms, letting her weight lean slightly more on her right leg.
At the time, the female species had been less than low priority; he needed to keep fighting, his life was dedicated to it. He hadn't wanted to betray Meiran, after that. Thinking back, Dorothy had always been attractive, especially the way she presented herself.
Only meters away, she shuffled one timid foot in front of the other, her assuredly blue, glassy eyes on the grass to the right of the footpath. He left arm fell limp at her side with her other hand cradling her opposite elbow. She walked quietly, wishing she could simply melt into the path beneath her shoes.
The had once shared simliar personalities. They were dedicated, both of them on the arrogant side. At that time, that hadn't been who Wufei really was. Wufei was a quiet boy, shy, who believed passionately in ideals that fit his life, wanting nothing more than to lose himself in a book. He had no idea what Dorothy was like as a child. He smiled slightly, fingering the book in his lap, as he realized maybe Dorothy hadn't been so obnoxious or demanding.
She paused in front of him, looking down at him with a look of shattered glass in her eyes.
"Wufei?" She asked, her head cocked shyly to the side.
His eyes met hers, and instead of seeing the girl she once was, he welcomed the broken woman she had come to be.
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Author: Kentra Shinataku
Pairings: 5+D
Warnings:
for helga
******
She was definitely not the type of woman to be striding through the park, even on a bright day. The air was brisk, and after nine years on Earth, Wufei was certain that the first snow was just around the corner. He evaluated her as she grew closer and closer, scrutinizing her over the thin frames of his reading glasses for signg of familiarity in the body language of the girl he remembered from the war. Their infrequent encounters were always brief; they hadn't even held a conversation.
The woman marching up the path couldn't be the audacous and manipulating Dorothy Catalonia he had met in his teenage years. A silvery halo of sunlight washed over blonde hair that was shorter than he remembered, and he found himself wishing her to hasten her pace so that her eyes could proove that she was the real Catalonia. He remembered, years ago, those icy blue eyes had been both the most disturbing and most alluring of her features. Now, he was longing to see that distant, chilled-yet-captivating gaze, because this simply could not be the same Dorothy. Her body had once flowed with the elegance that the Peacecraft girl only wished she could possess. Her movements had been loud and demanding, almost selfishly so, and she had been able to entrance a room just by standing in it and steal the spotlight by crossing her arms, letting her weight lean slightly more on her right leg.
At the time, the female species had been less than low priority; he needed to keep fighting, his life was dedicated to it. He hadn't wanted to betray Meiran, after that. Thinking back, Dorothy had always been attractive, especially the way she presented herself.
Only meters away, she shuffled one timid foot in front of the other, her assuredly blue, glassy eyes on the grass to the right of the footpath. He left arm fell limp at her side with her other hand cradling her opposite elbow. She walked quietly, wishing she could simply melt into the path beneath her shoes.
The had once shared simliar personalities. They were dedicated, both of them on the arrogant side. At that time, that hadn't been who Wufei really was. Wufei was a quiet boy, shy, who believed passionately in ideals that fit his life, wanting nothing more than to lose himself in a book. He had no idea what Dorothy was like as a child. He smiled slightly, fingering the book in his lap, as he realized maybe Dorothy hadn't been so obnoxious or demanding.
She paused in front of him, looking down at him with a look of shattered glass in her eyes.
"Wufei?" She asked, her head cocked shyly to the side.
His eyes met hers, and instead of seeing the girl she once was, he welcomed the broken woman she had come to be.
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