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31_days2006-06-02 11:40 pm
[June 2] [Kare Kano] pixie dust
Title: pixie dust
Day/Theme: June 2 / in search of me
Series: Kare Kano
Character/Pairing: Shibahime Tsubasa
Rating: G
Word Count: 265
The girl, young wife to the famous Ying and Yang’s vocalist, possessed an enchanting visage, a dainty and graceful body, and a beguiling sort of personality that was usually impossible to deal with without a little gritting of ones teeth (but too irresistible to resent for long.) A prodigious intellectual prowess was not among her gifts, however. She was not one to think deeply nor for extended periods. Her reflections were for the most part selfish, and her naive, private world contracted around her beloved, her family, and her friends. Needless to say, she had not a very profound insight on herself.
That evening, alone in a richly furnished hotel room, a thousand miles from her birthplace, she stared at a magazine spread, glossy, rich, and a feast for the eyes. There was a golden haired woman there, an angel swathed by a flimsy pristine robe and shielded by the spread of her gossamer wings. So very fragile she seemed, but this weakness was belied by the stern set of her jaws, the fierce glint of her sapphire gaze, and to a lesser degree the bejeweled glaive upon which her slender white hands rested.
She was strong and unbending. She was a stoic warrior, pregnant with elusive secrets. She was. . . a woman through and through.
The girl decided she wanted to be this woman so very much, and began to wonder what alterations should she undertake to improver her self. Much was her bemusement when Kazuma-chan, also bemused, called attention to the name, tinily written at one corner, of the publication’s darling model:
Shibahime Tsubasa.
Day/Theme: June 2 / in search of me
Series: Kare Kano
Character/Pairing: Shibahime Tsubasa
Rating: G
Word Count: 265
The girl, young wife to the famous Ying and Yang’s vocalist, possessed an enchanting visage, a dainty and graceful body, and a beguiling sort of personality that was usually impossible to deal with without a little gritting of ones teeth (but too irresistible to resent for long.) A prodigious intellectual prowess was not among her gifts, however. She was not one to think deeply nor for extended periods. Her reflections were for the most part selfish, and her naive, private world contracted around her beloved, her family, and her friends. Needless to say, she had not a very profound insight on herself.
That evening, alone in a richly furnished hotel room, a thousand miles from her birthplace, she stared at a magazine spread, glossy, rich, and a feast for the eyes. There was a golden haired woman there, an angel swathed by a flimsy pristine robe and shielded by the spread of her gossamer wings. So very fragile she seemed, but this weakness was belied by the stern set of her jaws, the fierce glint of her sapphire gaze, and to a lesser degree the bejeweled glaive upon which her slender white hands rested.
She was strong and unbending. She was a stoic warrior, pregnant with elusive secrets. She was. . . a woman through and through.
The girl decided she wanted to be this woman so very much, and began to wonder what alterations should she undertake to improver her self. Much was her bemusement when Kazuma-chan, also bemused, called attention to the name, tinily written at one corner, of the publication’s darling model:
Shibahime Tsubasa.
