The great white cold walks abroad.
Jun. 14th, 2006 06:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dejanaFor those of you who didn't see it on .moon...
Her eyes were like rubies.
Mamoru always remembered how sad they were. She did not speak, or even blink, as the group from the past crossed the threshold into another time and left her, but the tears were there on the inside.
That entire encounter had been strange. In all his experiences with the Sailor Soldiers they had always been reluctant to fight, disappointed that a new enemy had arrived to interrupt their lives. At the space-time door was the first soldier they had ever encountered who was granted detatchment from the war, who did not have to join the battle, and everything about her screamed a longing to face the enemy with them. Never before had he seen such a desperate helplessness as he found in her expression as the river of time swept them away from her.
It was odd...for all her heart, Usagi made no comment on the state of the soldier they left behind, nor did she even seem to notice, while Mamoru could think of nothing else for the remainder of the journey. She was alone, always alone from the look of it. In thinking of her Mamoru found his attention turned away from the ray of sunshine at his side, a beloved figure who had grown and lived always in the presence of caring family and friends, drawn instead to a woman who knew what it was to have all loved ones torn away. In her gaze he had glimpsed a kindred spirit, a potential understanding Usagi could never hope to achieve. In such a brief meeting a bond was forged that could never be undone.
But she fell in an attempt to preserve the past, present, and future, after breaking the sacred laws she had sworn to uphold for the people of a world she could never set foot upon. The enemy was defeated, and the survivors returned to their own time and their regular lives, sparing barely a thought for the gatekeeper who had died to save them. Her reincarnation was not the same person, and Mamoru therefore put her out of his mind and continued his life uninterrupted, assuming he would never encounter that lonesome soldier again.
Then came Crystal Tokyo...
In other news, I may start to allow myself a little bit of ego.
Her eyes were like rubies.
Mamoru always remembered how sad they were. She did not speak, or even blink, as the group from the past crossed the threshold into another time and left her, but the tears were there on the inside.
That entire encounter had been strange. In all his experiences with the Sailor Soldiers they had always been reluctant to fight, disappointed that a new enemy had arrived to interrupt their lives. At the space-time door was the first soldier they had ever encountered who was granted detatchment from the war, who did not have to join the battle, and everything about her screamed a longing to face the enemy with them. Never before had he seen such a desperate helplessness as he found in her expression as the river of time swept them away from her.
It was odd...for all her heart, Usagi made no comment on the state of the soldier they left behind, nor did she even seem to notice, while Mamoru could think of nothing else for the remainder of the journey. She was alone, always alone from the look of it. In thinking of her Mamoru found his attention turned away from the ray of sunshine at his side, a beloved figure who had grown and lived always in the presence of caring family and friends, drawn instead to a woman who knew what it was to have all loved ones torn away. In her gaze he had glimpsed a kindred spirit, a potential understanding Usagi could never hope to achieve. In such a brief meeting a bond was forged that could never be undone.
But she fell in an attempt to preserve the past, present, and future, after breaking the sacred laws she had sworn to uphold for the people of a world she could never set foot upon. The enemy was defeated, and the survivors returned to their own time and their regular lives, sparing barely a thought for the gatekeeper who had died to save them. Her reincarnation was not the same person, and Mamoru therefore put her out of his mind and continued his life uninterrupted, assuming he would never encounter that lonesome soldier again.
Then came Crystal Tokyo...
In other news, I may start to allow myself a little bit of ego.
