It's Elemental, Watson
May. 3rd, 2006 12:54 amDoes implied depressing content act as a modifier to rating? Saaaa. This is all I've got.
Title: Elemental
Word Count: 195
Topic: Wet
Rating: Dark G
Disclaimer: So not mine.
A wise man could say it’s like earth; a steady foundation that nurtures growth and remains firm when all else around it is shaken.
A wise man could say it’s like fire; consuming everything to fuel its unmatched radiance and the heat that burns within.
A wise man could say it’s like air; omnipresent and invisible and touching everything.
Though it may ground, and though it may burn, and though it may be everywhere, Sanji knows that love is like water. Earth can erode and crumble. Flame can drown and be extinguished. Air cannot be even be held or touched.
It’s water that gently wears down his walls.
It’s water that fills the cracks in his heart.
It’s water that he feels on his cheek, even when he can’t feel his arms or legs or any of the innumerable injuries he doubtlessly earned in the fight.
The cool wetness trickles down his face to his lips, and he tastes salt. Tears, he realizes.
Someone’s yelling at him. He can’t really tell whom. All he can feel is the wet streak on his face, the manifestation of his significance to someone else.
It tastes like love.
Title: Elemental
Word Count: 195
Topic: Wet
Rating: Dark G
Disclaimer: So not mine.
A wise man could say it’s like earth; a steady foundation that nurtures growth and remains firm when all else around it is shaken.
A wise man could say it’s like fire; consuming everything to fuel its unmatched radiance and the heat that burns within.
A wise man could say it’s like air; omnipresent and invisible and touching everything.
Though it may ground, and though it may burn, and though it may be everywhere, Sanji knows that love is like water. Earth can erode and crumble. Flame can drown and be extinguished. Air cannot be even be held or touched.
It’s water that gently wears down his walls.
It’s water that fills the cracks in his heart.
It’s water that he feels on his cheek, even when he can’t feel his arms or legs or any of the innumerable injuries he doubtlessly earned in the fight.
The cool wetness trickles down his face to his lips, and he tastes salt. Tears, he realizes.
Someone’s yelling at him. He can’t really tell whom. All he can feel is the wet streak on his face, the manifestation of his significance to someone else.
It tastes like love.
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Date: 2006-05-03 11:51 am (UTC)It's amazing the ideas that can pop in your head during a car ride. You have all that time to think and things just appear, but it's so frustrating that you can't record the darn things. At least you got some of it down; I'm glad you did. :)
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Date: 2006-05-03 05:19 pm (UTC)(ditto :P)
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Date: 2006-05-03 09:31 pm (UTC)Anything I could say would be too cheesy to do this justice.
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Date: 2006-05-04 04:50 am (UTC)Thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed.
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Date: 2006-05-04 04:06 pm (UTC)Aaawwwmm... The last line was wonderful. *bites lip* Poor poor Sanji- someone is finally showing him love, and he's much too injured to do his octo-wiggly love-dance. D: *le-sigh*
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