Fandom: Sailor Moon
Rating: K
Prompt: Love is about…
Summary: She wonders, in a fit of whimsy, if she’ll ever end up turning into sea foam. Or, love is about giving even when you expect little in return. Haruka/Michiru. ~2100 words.
Promptfic for docholligay’s ~Tumblr HaruMichi Circle~ February Same Prompt Fic Party. Everyone was writing fluff, so I wrote… this, instead.
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To Have Never Lain Beside At All
She wakes up in a cold sweat every night, a name on her lips. But she bites it back, clamps down on it, and holds her breath, because if she lets it escape, if she cries it out, something will be
made real – something she can’t allow.She knows who the other senshi is, now.
She knows who it is she’s been dreaming of for years, and she regrets ever
having asked.Not her, please, not her. Anyone but her.
She thinks of long sleepless nights spent
confronting horrors beyond even what her painfully creative mind conjures up to
throw at her, and of equally long and equally sleepless nights spent in the
dubious comfort of her luxurious bed and soft, down-filled pillows, dreaming of
the silence and the end of everything. She tries to decide which is worse,
whether it is harder to conceal scrapes and bruises under the scratchy material
of her school uniform, or the exhaustion that has settled so deep into her
bones that she feels she might never be rid of it. She thinks of getting hurt,
and she thinks of hurting, and of the three people she will have to kill, or –
at best – let die, and of the blood that will stain the pristine white gloves
of her magical uniform.She knows with the certainty of the tides
rolling in that this is not a fate she will ever allow her to have.
At this point in the liveblog, I have nothing to say about MIchiru stopping Haruka from taking the transformation rod except READ THIS FIC. It’s beautiful and brilliant and anything I could say about this scene would be influenced by it anyway
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