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[February 26][Naruto] It
Title: It
Day / Theme: February 26 / we deceive ourselves
Series: Naruto
Characters: Sasuke, Sakura
Rating: G
Word Count: 200
Day / Theme: February 26 / we deceive ourselves
Series: Naruto
Characters: Sasuke, Sakura
Rating: G
Word Count: 200
It starts with the opening of one's eyes---to high noon, to midnight, one sees shadow first. It lends contrast to the cheeriest of mornings (even by merely hinting at its peripheries: profiling a loved one's face against the young sun, giving tone to the chrysanthemum-gold of lace curtains). It morphs the nullity of darkness into a three-dimensional existence, quantifies nothingness into degrees, salvages even the dredges of humanity.
It creates perspective.
Sakura sees it underneath his mythic eyes, even when he gives her the rare smiles she's gradually earned monopoly over. They share beds when their circumstances manage to overlap; she knows he doesn't sleep well, doesn't wake well.
(She wonders if he sleeps at all when he's by himself in that edifice he calls 'house.' Yes, he tells her, necessity has incontestable sovereignty even over his ilk. It affects efficiency, he says.
Sometimes.)
Sasuke never sees it, not in the hard agates of her fiercest ires, not in the virid beryls of her sheerest joys, not in all her sadnesses. In this respect, she transcends even his reputed opacity, his impenetrable mask, (husk).
He isn't fooled, just as she isn't.
He lets it lie, as does she.
~1646 022608
It creates perspective.
Sakura sees it underneath his mythic eyes, even when he gives her the rare smiles she's gradually earned monopoly over. They share beds when their circumstances manage to overlap; she knows he doesn't sleep well, doesn't wake well.
(She wonders if he sleeps at all when he's by himself in that edifice he calls 'house.' Yes, he tells her, necessity has incontestable sovereignty even over his ilk. It affects efficiency, he says.
Sometimes.)
Sasuke never sees it, not in the hard agates of her fiercest ires, not in the virid beryls of her sheerest joys, not in all her sadnesses. In this respect, she transcends even his reputed opacity, his impenetrable mask, (husk).
He isn't fooled, just as she isn't.
He lets it lie, as does she.
~1646 022608