Paper Cranes
Her room was filled with paper cranes. Foil, newspaper, scrap, colored paper, and fabric coverings. Every addition was a step closer.
A secret kiss. A petite crane of gum wrappings.
A lingering gaze. Crane of Sunday's newspaper.
The midnight visit. The crane of designed art.
A thousand paper cranes. A thousand dreams.
Every crane was a step closer. When she's done, her thousand paper dreams will soar. She'd watch them, and hope her wish would come true.
Middles
Strength wise, he was skilled and she was clumsy.
Socially, she was constant and he was rare.
Emotionally, he was closed and she was open.
They were polar opposites. Farther then ever possible. But they would meet halfway, and shatter the balance of humanity.
Together, they were the middle.
Bonds
"How is this any fun if you keep getting out of them?" cried Botan, sighing as she worked on the silk ties once more. Hiei smirked.
Books
Although her books spoke of tall, kind, and men of romance, Botan always thought different. He was vulgar, bitter, and in no means large. He used mockery as jokes and was lacking much needed color. Still, he was always there. He made her day worthwhile with limited words. She saw no tall or short, only the honor Hiei had shown. This, she thinks, is what makes the man. And that's unlike anything she'd find in a book.
Her room was filled with paper cranes. Foil, newspaper, scrap, colored paper, and fabric coverings. Every addition was a step closer.
A secret kiss. A petite crane of gum wrappings.
A lingering gaze. Crane of Sunday's newspaper.
The midnight visit. The crane of designed art.
A thousand paper cranes. A thousand dreams.
Every crane was a step closer. When she's done, her thousand paper dreams will soar. She'd watch them, and hope her wish would come true.
Middles
Strength wise, he was skilled and she was clumsy.
Socially, she was constant and he was rare.
Emotionally, he was closed and she was open.
They were polar opposites. Farther then ever possible. But they would meet halfway, and shatter the balance of humanity.
Together, they were the middle.
Bonds
"How is this any fun if you keep getting out of them?" cried Botan, sighing as she worked on the silk ties once more. Hiei smirked.
Books
Although her books spoke of tall, kind, and men of romance, Botan always thought different. He was vulgar, bitter, and in no means large. He used mockery as jokes and was lacking much needed color. Still, he was always there. He made her day worthwhile with limited words. She saw no tall or short, only the honor Hiei had shown. This, she thinks, is what makes the man. And that's unlike anything she'd find in a book.