I know. I haven't updated AICSY although I've mentioned that I've been working on it, which is true. Problem is, school is eating my soul. -- Anyhow, this is just a companion piece. Hope it entertains you for a while.
Vic
Disclaimer: Rurouni Kenshin belongs to Nabuhiro Watsuki.
Glamorous Lady
They told her that it was impossible.
It was impossible to be free. She was bound to obey, to be a marionette of her society, of her class.
A woman like her was supposed to be raised to be a doll. A porcelain-like creature with soft demeanor, coquettish gaze, and mute lips. She was supposed to attend dances filled with endless and monotonous waltzes, to walk regally around stores with tall glass windows, stores that served tea – or even wine, depending – to their customers, letting them know the princesses and princes they were.
She was raised to act like royalty, to believe she was, and if others did not believe her, she would make them.
She hated it.
She hated to be trapped within those imaginary walls, walls made of pristine selfishness, glamorous coldness, and masked appearances. So she decided to defy them, to try to escape.
She hid behind seemingly troublesome theories, restless nights; behind small and big bleeding hands, acrid and pungent smells, heart-breaking scenes that sometimes ended in death.
She found that she loved it.
And they criticized her for that. They could not understand that she was giving up her lackadaisical and immutable life in exchange of a more adventurous one, a life that did not relegate those who were different than her, those that had not been born under crystal chandeliers and were fed with shiny silver spoons.
This was how she became happy inside aseptic rooms, painted with a dull white, cold, and yet, warm enough to make her feel at home.
And one day inside this shelter, the warmth spread as she gazed at deep brown eyes. This warmth traveled along her body from simply protecting her skin to heat up her heart and soul.
They continued to criticize, to raise eyebrows at her aberrant behavior. But she continued defying them, she continued to seek for her freedom – the one that was impossible to find.
They told her that it was impossible. To be herself, to do what she wanted, to marry someone she truly loved. She simply ignored them. And although they may continue talking, shaking heads as she passes by, she is not that little doll they wanted her to be anymore.
She is Dr. Sagara Megumi. Not a lady that pretends to be a princess or a bird kept inside a golden cage. She is simply her, a woman in love of life.
There. Hope the drabble was alright. Hopefully, I'll be posting a new chappie for AICSY soon. )