Darker than Black - drabble - PG
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snippetsTitle: Moths and Moonlight
Day/Theme: March 3rd/ that unnoticed & that necessary
Series: Darker than Black
Character/Pairing: Yin
Rating: PG
Word Count: 346
Moths and Moonlight
A brief touch on the hand as a passerby brushed past her, or a touch on her face as someone tried to make her smile conveyed heat from one person's skin to her own. She shied away from it. She preferred the cool touch of wind brushing past her ears and the wash of moonlight on her skin, cooling it in infinite degrees until she could feel nothing else.
Heat was avoided, unnecessary. It evaporated the water that lapped at her feet when she stood in a puddle; it distorted her vision when she gazed through her observer's eyes, shadow and light wavering in sheets of fluid ice. She could not see, but she always knew shape and impression, the unique displacement of matter as water droplets were brushed away as others passed her by.
Hei's shadow was large, but it never disturbed the waters.
Huang's was violent, pushing away her touch as though it repelled him, but he did not dislike her. His presence was instinctual, distrusting. He would never allow another close to him again.
Mao was light, a gentle soul that rolled and rocked with the waves, sometimes playful, sometimes sharp and distinct.
It was the others that made no sense to her. They were vibrant colors that defied the gray and silver of her world. They burned brightly, curious and unafraid. They touched her, clung to her, seeking. She did not like warmth, but she was drawn to it.
It was why she took Hei's hand; she found it warm but not hot, cool but not unpleasant. She wanted to be unnoticed, but appreciated much as the moonbeam that went undisturbed, unbroken, but was never alone as long as night lasted.
Yin pressed her hand against the wood of the cigarette booth. It was rough against her palm, and the sun was a gray blur to her unseeing eyes, but the people murmuring past her shop burned with need. She loved the moon and the darkness; it gave her peace when day brought none. Unnecessary and unwanted, but always watched, always noticed.
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Day/Theme: March 3rd/ that unnoticed & that necessary
Series: Darker than Black
Character/Pairing: Yin
Rating: PG
Word Count: 346
A brief touch on the hand as a passerby brushed past her, or a touch on her face as someone tried to make her smile conveyed heat from one person's skin to her own. She shied away from it. She preferred the cool touch of wind brushing past her ears and the wash of moonlight on her skin, cooling it in infinite degrees until she could feel nothing else.
Heat was avoided, unnecessary. It evaporated the water that lapped at her feet when she stood in a puddle; it distorted her vision when she gazed through her observer's eyes, shadow and light wavering in sheets of fluid ice. She could not see, but she always knew shape and impression, the unique displacement of matter as water droplets were brushed away as others passed her by.
Hei's shadow was large, but it never disturbed the waters.
Huang's was violent, pushing away her touch as though it repelled him, but he did not dislike her. His presence was instinctual, distrusting. He would never allow another close to him again.
Mao was light, a gentle soul that rolled and rocked with the waves, sometimes playful, sometimes sharp and distinct.
It was the others that made no sense to her. They were vibrant colors that defied the gray and silver of her world. They burned brightly, curious and unafraid. They touched her, clung to her, seeking. She did not like warmth, but she was drawn to it.
It was why she took Hei's hand; she found it warm but not hot, cool but not unpleasant. She wanted to be unnoticed, but appreciated much as the moonbeam that went undisturbed, unbroken, but was never alone as long as night lasted.
Yin pressed her hand against the wood of the cigarette booth. It was rough against her palm, and the sun was a gray blur to her unseeing eyes, but the people murmuring past her shop burned with need. She loved the moon and the darkness; it gave her peace when day brought none. Unnecessary and unwanted, but always watched, always noticed.
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