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incandescens) wrote in 31_days2006-02-01 03:07 pm
[February 1st] [Saiyuki] the ocean remembers
Title: the ocean remembers
Date/Theme: February 1st / long lost fables
Series: Saiyuki
Character/Pairing: Goujun (Gaiden)
Rating: G
Goujun has spent years walking the corridors of heaven and narrowing his focus to the requirements of the military, the court, the politicians. He has become a familiar figure to those who live beside him. His skin, his hair, his eyes, his claws -- strange, but become natural through habit.
They think that they know what dragons are. They think that they know him.
He has been -- this -- for too long. He can spare the time to visit a subordinate in prison, even engage in conversation with him. He can ponder ways to save the toushin taishi from his position, never mind that the child should be honoured to have such a task, or that each drop of blood the boy sheds should be the child's pride and glory.
Not so, not so, the seas whisper in him. Have you forgotten?
The Seiten Taisei Son Gokuu, the Bodhisattva, are greater forces than human. While they play at mortality and pettiness, the light behind them breaks through, the presence of what they truly are tears through the world like a sword through paper.
He was greater, once. Now he has been diminished, and he will not allow himself to consider how much because he is afraid (and he, a dragon, should not be afraid) that he will find out how much of it was his own choice. He made choices. He accepted ties. He put on a shell and has found that he has shrunk to fit within it.
Perhaps a dragon can comprehend duty and honour, but no dragon would dirty his fingers with bureaucracy, soil his feet with prison corridors. No dragon would have allowed himself to be taken hostage with a blade to his throat, bindings around his wrists.
He sometimes wonders if his true self is as tiny and compressed as his life; that if he could put on wings and take to the sky again, he would be a child's toy of a dragon, with all the strength of the oceans dwindled to a handful of mortal flesh and blood.
Not so, not so. The heart is true. The heart remembers.
The order of the world is shaken. Heaven totters on its foundations and the corrupt reach out their greedy fingers for the throne.
Perhaps there will be a time for dragons before it is over.
The sea waits for him; the skies are endless.
Date/Theme: February 1st / long lost fables
Series: Saiyuki
Character/Pairing: Goujun (Gaiden)
Rating: G
Goujun has spent years walking the corridors of heaven and narrowing his focus to the requirements of the military, the court, the politicians. He has become a familiar figure to those who live beside him. His skin, his hair, his eyes, his claws -- strange, but become natural through habit.
They think that they know what dragons are. They think that they know him.
He has been -- this -- for too long. He can spare the time to visit a subordinate in prison, even engage in conversation with him. He can ponder ways to save the toushin taishi from his position, never mind that the child should be honoured to have such a task, or that each drop of blood the boy sheds should be the child's pride and glory.
Not so, not so, the seas whisper in him. Have you forgotten?
The Seiten Taisei Son Gokuu, the Bodhisattva, are greater forces than human. While they play at mortality and pettiness, the light behind them breaks through, the presence of what they truly are tears through the world like a sword through paper.
He was greater, once. Now he has been diminished, and he will not allow himself to consider how much because he is afraid (and he, a dragon, should not be afraid) that he will find out how much of it was his own choice. He made choices. He accepted ties. He put on a shell and has found that he has shrunk to fit within it.
Perhaps a dragon can comprehend duty and honour, but no dragon would dirty his fingers with bureaucracy, soil his feet with prison corridors. No dragon would have allowed himself to be taken hostage with a blade to his throat, bindings around his wrists.
He sometimes wonders if his true self is as tiny and compressed as his life; that if he could put on wings and take to the sky again, he would be a child's toy of a dragon, with all the strength of the oceans dwindled to a handful of mortal flesh and blood.
Not so, not so. The heart is true. The heart remembers.
The order of the world is shaken. Heaven totters on its foundations and the corrupt reach out their greedy fingers for the throne.
Perhaps there will be a time for dragons before it is over.
The sea waits for him; the skies are endless.