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[June 24] (Original Manga) At the Heart of it All
Title: "At the Heart of it All"
Day/Theme: June 24/ in fire and blood
Series: Nature’s Children (original)
Character/Pairing: Kouhara Hiko
Rating: PG-ish, maybe?
Notes: This is my first post here after discovering this community. I’m currently working on an original manga so I’d like to test the waters and see if people like the concept and characters. While this isn’t the main character, she can control fire... Also, I just couldn’t pass up responding to a Pablo Naruda prompt. Expect more from "Nature's Children" in the future. ^_^
She’s got the hair of an open wound, flowing like blood from a carelessly tied bandage. Eyes too green to be blue, too blue to be green. They’re a stormy sea changing with every ebb and flow of her emotional tide. She shifts from great rage to utter disregard. She never takes action unless there’s something for her to gain from it. Prideful and arrogant, she doesn’t need anyone for anything.
Her clothes hang loosely from her tall frame as if they were a size too large. Or perhaps as if she was a size too thin. The weight of her hard words make up for it.
To most, she seems to be exactly what they expected of her. Barely a step above a through and through gutter rat, with a Kansai twang carrying a hint of old dirt road country. She smokes Marlboro Reds. Her perfume is gasoline, and motor oil stains her hands to cover the blood that still lingers.
Most of this is true. At least to those who never venture beyond her wall of fire. And maybe she likes it this way. Maybe she wants it this way. There are seldom few who would dare to walk through that fire, to be burned up inside her terrible fury.
But some survive, beyond the red and orange, to find where it shifts to blue. They will find her vulnerable sadness, her loneliness. There are fears and regrets here she would never admit without a fight.
It is here they learn of her love.
It is as consuming as one would expect of her.
Day/Theme: June 24/ in fire and blood
Series: Nature’s Children (original)
Character/Pairing: Kouhara Hiko
Rating: PG-ish, maybe?
Notes: This is my first post here after discovering this community. I’m currently working on an original manga so I’d like to test the waters and see if people like the concept and characters. While this isn’t the main character, she can control fire... Also, I just couldn’t pass up responding to a Pablo Naruda prompt. Expect more from "Nature's Children" in the future. ^_^
She’s got the hair of an open wound, flowing like blood from a carelessly tied bandage. Eyes too green to be blue, too blue to be green. They’re a stormy sea changing with every ebb and flow of her emotional tide. She shifts from great rage to utter disregard. She never takes action unless there’s something for her to gain from it. Prideful and arrogant, she doesn’t need anyone for anything.
Her clothes hang loosely from her tall frame as if they were a size too large. Or perhaps as if she was a size too thin. The weight of her hard words make up for it.
To most, she seems to be exactly what they expected of her. Barely a step above a through and through gutter rat, with a Kansai twang carrying a hint of old dirt road country. She smokes Marlboro Reds. Her perfume is gasoline, and motor oil stains her hands to cover the blood that still lingers.
Most of this is true. At least to those who never venture beyond her wall of fire. And maybe she likes it this way. Maybe she wants it this way. There are seldom few who would dare to walk through that fire, to be burned up inside her terrible fury.
But some survive, beyond the red and orange, to find where it shifts to blue. They will find her vulnerable sadness, her loneliness. There are fears and regrets here she would never admit without a fight.
It is here they learn of her love.
It is as consuming as one would expect of her.