I wrote this a long time ago, but only decide to post this here now. I had it up on another site before.
Indolence.
Indolence.
It was a beautiful word, one that she hardly knew the meaning of. Yet, it was what she had become.
In times of peace...her thoughts would turn to the days past, of war, of strife, of fear that stunk, rife. Oh, she had indeed become quite the poet in these lazy, lazy days. Raising a glass to her lips, she surveyed the sun and scene before her. In the summer, ahh this planet could become warm. She hid herself underneath the shelter of a sun umbrella, feeling no other will than to sit there in that chair designed for the lounging she indulged in. Hiding behind the brim of a wide hat, she sported a two piece, a demure mauve in shade. There was no need to be bold, no, the days in which she looked down upon others for modesty...they were not gone no, only put into perspective.
Her choice?
She only chose her attire based on common courtesy. Oh, how she had been reduced. The sun was harsh as it beat, exciting the air around, making it throb, radiate with the heat. Unwilling to beat a fan to her face in an undignified fashion as others would, she prefers to swipe off her hat, allowing the brunette locks to escape from their abode. She balanced the drink on her forehead, preferring the clownish act to cool her down than anything else. Let others think her crazy, she was, in a way...by their standards at least. To her standards, it was they who were insane. Who would you think was right? Despite the majority rules factor?
She was one who was brutally honest with herself, and believed others should be so as well, but alas, culture stopped them. What a stupid excuse. Her hat balanced upon her stomach, she allowed herself to study it's intricate weave. She smiled boldly at a man who walked on by, his look interested, but he went on. Ahh, not that he could handle her anyway. She had someone to handle her already...ahh, there he was. Fire headed and brilliant eyed, his vigor and strength were apparent as he approached. He was famous for his ability to charm the opposite sex...heh, the years had indeed been kind, in puberty, there was only gold for the boy to find.
Clad in shorts and an open short sleeved blazer, he showed skin through that unzipped gap, a hard body trained by war, one she had well played a part in, that war. Ahh, but now they were one, on the same side if not in partnership. Well, no. Did you think her so compatible?
Laughable! No, no no... He was but her partner for this bout in life. Negi Springfield would never, ahh, no, never be her lover. Tsukuyomi may be lazy, but as she grabbed the refreshment he offered her, swiping her spare from the head...she made it clear with a look.
She would never be so lazy.
Never so lazy to fall in love.