What The Hell Happened, or Where Alet Was
I am NOT, repeat NOT dead, or giving up on the story, and don't let anyone make you think otherwise. I was gone Saturday - Monday to a cabin up north which, needless to say, did not have a computer. Tuesday and Wednsday I had my last exams of the school year, and am now officially done with school. Today I went to my brother's graduation ceremony and toured the zoo with my grandmother. When I came back from that, I took a three-hour nap, and went to karate. When I came back from that, I found out that I will not have access to my computer for a week.
Information on that is avaliable at my livejournal, which you will have to get at through my profile page (it's just a few clicks, it won't take that much time), because ff.net is being a bitch and not letting me link to it. For the very lazy, you can just type in www [dot] livejournal [dot] com [backslash] users [backslash] aletsan, eliminating the spaces and replacing [dot] with . and [backslash] with / and so on, but it'd really be easier to get at it through my profile.
Aaaaaaaand last and definitely not least. Below is a little story that I have just written -- and I mean "just." Typed right here in ff.net, never seen the face of Word. It is not the next chapter of HBT, but it is a little advance-apology-story for not updating for a week and then having to be gone for another one when the story is this close to being done. I think it's pretty nice but ... well, you decide for yourself.
Gold is burnished brown.
That alone is not enough to smooth the differences between them -- after all, they are really no more alike than brown is to orange. Close, but not quite close enough. Not enough to end hostilities, not enough to smother attraction.
Each of those traits were currently trying to burn the other away.
Gold is the heart of fire, burning.
Fire is hot, so hot that at close distance it is hard to be aware of anything else. Hot like lust, smoldering in the skin. Hot like anger, boiling in the blood.
Enough heat, and all you can feel is cold.
Gold is a cold metal, chilly and impersonal. Cold like That Look, that crushing, dismissive sneer. Cold like the pit of a stomach when reacting to another's danger. Cold like ice and boiling water.
Gold is also glittery and shining and too soft and too heavy to be of any practical use, so there is only so far a simile will stretch. Gold is not dangerous and strong and intelligent and honorable and loyal and sarcastic and amusing and surprisingly tender as long as no one can see. Gold does not snarl and yell and fight when pushed too hard, and gold does not sit by a futon for hours and days when the occupant is sick or injured from one of his many fights.
Gold is not the perfect exampe to use -- but gold is the color Sano sees flashing from Saitou's eyes when they argue, and gold is the color that burns from under almost-closed eyelids when they kiss, and Sano loves it.