Post by Innle on Jan 6, 2005 17:06:10 GMT -5
Like the title says, this came to me in English class. You get three guesses as to who the characters are...rated more for safety than anything else. This was a relationship and character study when I wrote it, I was surprised at how well it turned out. There are two more parts to come, I apologize for how short they're going to be.
Timeline: Some absurd blurring of the anime and manga...mostly post-anime based.
Story:
He wore her love like a crown. It made him stand taller, stand out from a crowd, somehow. Her love was one more difference between him and his brother. He liked that, that she was the one who kept him separate from him. That she was there when he dreamed of him, to keep him sane. That she loved him, and not the other. He loved her more than oranges.
She, on the other hand, wore his love like an old shirt; well-worn and comfortable. It had always been like that, to her; something more accustomed to than enjoyed. (not to say that she didn't...she enjoyed the time they spent together more than anything.) She saw love as one of his cast-off shirts, that she would wear to see him smile and say it looked better on her. Love was an almost-duty. She didn't mind it. She loved him like an angry but protective goddess would her consort.
He sat outside the fortress their love had made, and hated them both for it. He hated his brother for having defeated him, he hated her for spurning him. He hated having missed his chance; hated himself for failing to stop them. He wanted her back, his blue-haired smoking Amazon. Damn the humans! This was their fault, somehow, he knew it. It was his one certainty, outside of the fact that his brother was happy...while he never could be.
Timeline: Some absurd blurring of the anime and manga...mostly post-anime based.
Story:
He wore her love like a crown. It made him stand taller, stand out from a crowd, somehow. Her love was one more difference between him and his brother. He liked that, that she was the one who kept him separate from him. That she was there when he dreamed of him, to keep him sane. That she loved him, and not the other. He loved her more than oranges.
She, on the other hand, wore his love like an old shirt; well-worn and comfortable. It had always been like that, to her; something more accustomed to than enjoyed. (not to say that she didn't...she enjoyed the time they spent together more than anything.) She saw love as one of his cast-off shirts, that she would wear to see him smile and say it looked better on her. Love was an almost-duty. She didn't mind it. She loved him like an angry but protective goddess would her consort.
He sat outside the fortress their love had made, and hated them both for it. He hated his brother for having defeated him, he hated her for spurning him. He hated having missed his chance; hated himself for failing to stop them. He wanted her back, his blue-haired smoking Amazon. Damn the humans! This was their fault, somehow, he knew it. It was his one certainty, outside of the fact that his brother was happy...while he never could be.
