and She Said (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} bloodied_quill) wrote,@ 2007-01-30 22:13:00 |
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Title: Genesis
Category: fan fiction, one-shot
Genre: [to be determined]
Rating: PG
Date: Jan 30, 2007
Pairing: sakura x hyde
Word count: 342
POV: First person (sakura)
I think in clichés, almost disbelieving my own senses.
August sunlight defies closed blinds, streaking, shifting across the mats. It’d be artistic, beautiful, if I cared.
I’d admit myself taken, if that would suffice, but the words of my own, the words of lyrics, the words of literature fall weakly and fail before they reach my tongue, and I have nothing to offer but my silence.
It only matters to me, all the same.
The figure of a woman cuts shadows into the light, long hair, long skirt billowing as what I could mistake for an illusion spins, sways, retreats and returns, shying away from the touch I’m not even extending. Stories of myth replace my sense of reality, and I wonder if I stopped watching, if she’d even be there. Images divorced from the possibilities suggest a goddess, a nymph, a succubus, a spirit, even an angel. Her bare feet, in my eyes, barely touch the floor.
If I thought it possible, I’d feel desire.
But as the image before me dances, it begins to sing, a resonating tenor slamming my ears, shadowing my fantasies in heavy shades of grey, leaving me in greater dark than the unlit mat beneath the swaying silhouette. I watch the Adam’s apple bobbing in that delicate throat, a point to focus on, a point to distract from the soft curls, soft eyes, soft draping fabric that would tempt me if I’d let it…that tempts me though I won’t.
His arms rising above his head, his motions remind me of a snake—the tempter, offering a forbidden fruit of impure knowledge; one bite and I’ll never rid myself of the flavor. And I know all too starkly that the woman I can’t stop watching is a fiction, a construction founded on my willingness to believe, the lead character artfully constructed by the cleverest of male artists, an actor, an imposter.
I close the curtains, I implore silence, I tell myself I do not believe.
Arms wind around my waist, and I am no stronger than Eve.
Category: fan fiction, one-shot
Genre: [to be determined]
Rating: PG
Date: Jan 30, 2007
Pairing: sakura x hyde
Word count: 342
POV: First person (sakura)
I think in clichés, almost disbelieving my own senses.
August sunlight defies closed blinds, streaking, shifting across the mats. It’d be artistic, beautiful, if I cared.
I’d admit myself taken, if that would suffice, but the words of my own, the words of lyrics, the words of literature fall weakly and fail before they reach my tongue, and I have nothing to offer but my silence.
It only matters to me, all the same.
The figure of a woman cuts shadows into the light, long hair, long skirt billowing as what I could mistake for an illusion spins, sways, retreats and returns, shying away from the touch I’m not even extending. Stories of myth replace my sense of reality, and I wonder if I stopped watching, if she’d even be there. Images divorced from the possibilities suggest a goddess, a nymph, a succubus, a spirit, even an angel. Her bare feet, in my eyes, barely touch the floor.
If I thought it possible, I’d feel desire.
But as the image before me dances, it begins to sing, a resonating tenor slamming my ears, shadowing my fantasies in heavy shades of grey, leaving me in greater dark than the unlit mat beneath the swaying silhouette. I watch the Adam’s apple bobbing in that delicate throat, a point to focus on, a point to distract from the soft curls, soft eyes, soft draping fabric that would tempt me if I’d let it…that tempts me though I won’t.
His arms rising above his head, his motions remind me of a snake—the tempter, offering a forbidden fruit of impure knowledge; one bite and I’ll never rid myself of the flavor. And I know all too starkly that the woman I can’t stop watching is a fiction, a construction founded on my willingness to believe, the lead character artfully constructed by the cleverest of male artists, an actor, an imposter.
I close the curtains, I implore silence, I tell myself I do not believe.
Arms wind around my waist, and I am no stronger than Eve.
