31 days: August 22, "This red, red moon"
Aug. 22nd, 2005 11:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tarigwaemirDeWolfe Apts., on the Memorial of the Queenship of Mary
A short, pointless mood piece. O_O
Dance
Dedicated to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
delentyevox for persuading me to read Rurouni Kenshin
Their first night, she did not close the sliding doors, but left them parted to allow a finger's width of moonlight to fall into the room, illuminating the bright crimson edge of her kimono. The hem touched the floor, tracing along it like a pool of blood. He watched it weave back and forth following the arches of her feet, which stepped to some invisible pattern.
She raised one arm, letting a long sleeve fall back from the white line of her wrist. In her other hand, a fan opened, fold by fold, a curve to hide her face, except for her dark, unreadable eyes that glanced at him sideways. His breath caught; he leaned forward. She seemed unrecognizable, this frozen silhouette, elegant, impenetrable. He wanted to lower the fan from her half-hidden face, but held himself still.
She slid a foot forward; he saw the barest trace of a slender ankle. She tilted her head; he glimpsed the elaborate arrangement of her hair. She arched her arm toward the ceiling; he watched the sleeve fall inch by inch exposing soft, luminescent skin. He could hear his heartbeat, loud and ragged against her silence.
One step, two--the fan fell. He rose to his feet and embraced her before she could slip back into intangible mystery. Her tense body, solid and warm, in his arms.
END
Yours &c.
A short, pointless mood piece. O_O
Dance
Dedicated to
delentyevox for persuading me to read Rurouni KenshinTheir first night, she did not close the sliding doors, but left them parted to allow a finger's width of moonlight to fall into the room, illuminating the bright crimson edge of her kimono. The hem touched the floor, tracing along it like a pool of blood. He watched it weave back and forth following the arches of her feet, which stepped to some invisible pattern.
She raised one arm, letting a long sleeve fall back from the white line of her wrist. In her other hand, a fan opened, fold by fold, a curve to hide her face, except for her dark, unreadable eyes that glanced at him sideways. His breath caught; he leaned forward. She seemed unrecognizable, this frozen silhouette, elegant, impenetrable. He wanted to lower the fan from her half-hidden face, but held himself still.
She slid a foot forward; he saw the barest trace of a slender ankle. She tilted her head; he glimpsed the elaborate arrangement of her hair. She arched her arm toward the ceiling; he watched the sleeve fall inch by inch exposing soft, luminescent skin. He could hear his heartbeat, loud and ragged against her silence.
One step, two--the fan fell. He rose to his feet and embraced her before she could slip back into intangible mystery. Her tense body, solid and warm, in his arms.
END
Yours &c.
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Date: 2005-08-23 08:18 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2005-08-23 01:21 pm (UTC)Or, alternatively: I <3 your fic, especially that "intangible mystery" line. 'guh' worthy. ^_^
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Date: 2005-08-24 01:43 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-08-23 07:13 pm (UTC)The whole thing is just. Squee. ♥
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Date: 2005-08-24 01:47 am (UTC)as long as you keep writing more Yuuko fic. ^_^;; Thank you~!