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[genetora]

             『✣』The blue of her irises is the blue of water, accumulated tears of the oceans of the time she has lived — fear hides in the corner of her eyes, timid beast growing as she listens to his words. In her chest, the heart cries and it aches and it bleeds. In her throat, words await for a moment that will never come. Too old she is, too broken to hold his hand. Trembling fingers, open lips. The woman dares to face him, sapphire looking into the dark of the night that resides in his eyes. Images come to her, forgotten scenaries of songs that she would never sing. One sigh escapes her, tired and sad sound. The man stands in front of her, warm breath so close of her skin! He was never so distant, he was never so unreachable. For three times she shakes her head, black braids dancing around her face.

             — Coward?, she asks. The word weighs upon her tongue, a blade of ice that she throws at him. The laugh that follows her question is bitter, broken and silent thing. Fingers move, a soft kiss of their tips against his flesh. Feminine hand falls to her side, one simple gesture. "I am not more coward than you or any other, for I am made of flesh and blood as you are." The woman tries to smile, but the laugh is not in her eyes. Blue, blue like water. Grey, grey like rain. "I love you, άνεμος, and I have no reason to fear my feelings for you. But I cannot become your queen."

[flammeousqueen]

        There, she could have been her Saya. The sky is painted in gold, yellow light falling upon her delicate figure as maroon eyes stare at the sea in front of her. The air is warm, there is salt in it and on her skin — sitting on the sand, dressed in the black of mourning. When had she become such a pitiful thing like the woman that is her aunt? Waves come, crystalline water very close to her feet, but it never touches her. Quiet, the girl listens to the song of the ocean and she breathes in the air and she remembers that this place is her home and this place is her realm and yet, she feels as an intruder and she feels as a ghost. Again and again, the waves come, but the water does not touch her and she is alone on the beach.

[flammeousqueen]

the light in your eyes ;

There is darkness, winter nights are made of the shadows of dancers. Black figures move round and round and round as she walks and each step, each sound that she makes is a part of a cadence — the wind sings in her ears, delicate silhouette moving down a street and she hears it, the soft breathes of the humans in their beds and she hears the growling thing in the alley, enormous creature and monster, dark and red and brown as her own eyes.

The huntress frowns, alert eyes glowing in the shadows: two ruby jewels as fire, as she breathes and notices strange fragrances in the air. Monsters, monsters! Where is the one that she must kill? One hand holds a sword, made in the Japanese style, dangerous blade and dangerous warrior. The thing roars in the distance, but mortals have no ears for such a music. The children of the night! What a music they make! Unbending she stands, that girl of dark hair and crimson lips. 

It happens, quick movements and agile hands, agile feet. The creature comes, smelling of dead skin and shed blood and its roars and she jumps and moves her arms and cuts flesh and bones as one would cut food. She bleeds, hand against the silver sword, opening a wound. She breathes, strong scent of death and she gasps and cuts it again. One, two, three times she kills the thing and the thing dies in a pool of crystallized blood.

"It's done. It's dead."

[akaizumaki-blog]

A woman stands by her window, opened hands under the silvered water that slowly falls outside. It is a very rare thing to rain in such period of the year! From her lips, comes a sweet song. It is old, of the ages when the world was still young and Kushina still remembers her grandmother humming it to herself, many years in the past. Long fingers touch the leaves of the plants on her window, caressing their texture almost absently. It is a good day to stay at home, listening to the cold water falling against the ceiling and smelling the fragrance of wet soil. The woman inclines her head, reddish hair covering her eyes when her forehead touches the wall and she chuckles, imagining the next months, when the fragile life inside her would start to move. It is still so early!

The silent sound of footsteps breaks her dreaminess. The woman frowns, trained eyes and ears very alert as she seeks for the one who invides her privacy. "Who's there?", she asks and crosses her arms under her breasts. "Y'know, it isn't very poilite to sneak on other people's window!"

[akaizumaki-blog]

The woman is a ghost. It is very strange, for she feels the blood within her veins flowing and pulsing and there is air inside her lungs, gentle wind against her skin as she walks. Her name is Kushina, she remembers and she died in the middle of the night. A pale hand hesitantly rises, touching the softness of her cheek and feeling the texture of her lips. She still smells of the soap she used to buy, sixteen years in the past. What happened? Reddish eyebrows are frowning when she looks at the sky, very blue and very bright above her head. Where am I?, slowly the woman looks down and in silence, stare at her hands. There isn't blood in her hands. Where is Naruto?, she thinks and such a simple thought appears in her mind as the terrible shadow of a cloud. Where is Minato?! Blue eyes are wider and she turns her head, reddish hair flowing around her like a veil. Trees, she notices. A road. I'm on a road. And she bites her lower lip, worried and lost and confused and she does not know what is happening and she only remembers she was not supposed to be there.

[genetora]

maroonsovereign: chains of silver, chains of gold

A queen stands in the rain, cold drops of silvery water flowing as a waterfall in her pale skin. She is a tall woman, wearing moonlight as a veil when she walks. Steps echoes like whispers, in a duet with the drops falling from the grey sky. The queen closes her eyes, silently humming a song that belonged to the memories of the dead. The lyrics come to her in the gentle voice of her lord father, who used to sing to his daughters when they were very little. It is cold and dark, but the woman likes it — she still remembers of dances in the rain with her sister, arm in arm and the most soft of the smiles in her lips. How many years since the last time they saw each other? Helena opens her eyes, sapphire iris sparkling in the dark of the street. 

"You do not need to follow me the entire night.", comes her voice and the song is gone with the wind. "Show yourself. I don't bite."

[genetora]

bloody-guimauves: no light, no light

There is something in the man that she sees and it is something quite strange and cold and dark. The woman frowns her dark eyebrows, only for a brief moment, while looking at him — what is this weird feeling in her heart? Both blue eyes are fixed on him, studying the man as she would observe a beast. What a silly thought! The woman is the beast there and inclining her head to the side, she opends her mouth to greet him: "Hello. Good evening.", and her Japanese sounds very good, for she is now living for more than one year in the country. It is only then that she realizes the man before her has the eyes of the man who killed her father and a shiver, cold and terrible, goes down her spine. "May I... help you?"