Beginning note: I don't own Spirited Away, I'm not making any money off it, and this is all for the funzys.
Ablution - A ceremonial act of washing parts of the body or sacred containers
Distraction
It was a beautiful piece, this image of her dragon. Kohaku was always what her fingers created when she gave them free reign of her canvas. He was her distraction and her inspiration all at once, and she had hundreds of illustrations of his likeness hung around her studio.
Images of his flowing mane and watery scales.
Studies of his eyes and their unique shade of green that she had never seen matched on another.
And his hands, always his hands.
They fascinated her to no end. The way they felt, looked, moved; she ached to watch them again and the inhuman grace with which he wielded the appendages. He moved like water, calm and steady and unpredictable; he moved in ways no ten year old boy should know how.
And as her own hands moved over the canvas she tried to capture some of that difference, some of that effortless elegance.
Note: I'm a drabble writing machine apparently; I wrote six more for this last night so expect some daily updates for a while. _