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31_days2014-09-08 03:08 pm
[Sept. 8] [The Wind Rises] Demarcation
Title: Demarcation
Day/Theme: Sept. 8, 2014 "The Sun, Half Covered"
Series: The Wind Rises
Character/Pairing: Nahoko (Nahoko/Jiro)
Rating: PG (also: spoilers?)
Nahoko had returned to the mountains of Nagano, drawing a sharp dividing line through her life. She usually painted in looser strokes. It was if she had taken one of the many straight-edged tools her husband employed and with a heavy stroke had made a perfect, cutting line.
Life with Jiro. Life without Jiro.
The sky here was separated the same way. The sun in the sky, warm and gentle, was chopped in two by the outstretched eaves where Nahoko was lying.
On one side, the sky, blue and calm and dappled with thin stretches of white (somewhere, Jiro was looking at that same sky and seeing not just shapes and colors, but possibilities). On the other side, the plain wood, darkly shadowed.
On the one hand, life and beauty and hope. On the other hand...
But Nahoko hadn't chosen death. When it was time, it would come. She had just chosen to spare Jiro from it.
Day/Theme: Sept. 8, 2014 "The Sun, Half Covered"
Series: The Wind Rises
Character/Pairing: Nahoko (Nahoko/Jiro)
Rating: PG (also: spoilers?)
Nahoko had returned to the mountains of Nagano, drawing a sharp dividing line through her life. She usually painted in looser strokes. It was if she had taken one of the many straight-edged tools her husband employed and with a heavy stroke had made a perfect, cutting line.
Life with Jiro. Life without Jiro.
The sky here was separated the same way. The sun in the sky, warm and gentle, was chopped in two by the outstretched eaves where Nahoko was lying.
On one side, the sky, blue and calm and dappled with thin stretches of white (somewhere, Jiro was looking at that same sky and seeing not just shapes and colors, but possibilities). On the other side, the plain wood, darkly shadowed.
On the one hand, life and beauty and hope. On the other hand...
But Nahoko hadn't chosen death. When it was time, it would come. She had just chosen to spare Jiro from it.
