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D. Gray-man - untitled
o1. Hunt for the liquid measure of your steps
Genre: Gen
Warnings: K
Characters: Lenalee
Notes: for 31_days.
It becomes easier - easier than she remembers it being before. Disturbingly easy, almost. Her innocence just jumps at the call, eager to serve her and battle-ready. She’s become more of a soldier now, more fluid, fiercer and faster than she remembers.
It scares her a little. Before, it was just a burden on her legs; now she feels even more the burden in her heart, her Innocence weighting her down at the same time as it buoys her up, as well as the weight of everyone - she reaches out her hand to them, they reach their hands out to her. It’s heavy, of course. What else would it be?
They all face such things. Lenalee bites her lip and tries to find a measure of tranquility, like the butterfly she’s been compared to - the butterflies follow at her heels, and in her heart their wings stir a hurricane.
She must go on. She’s a soldier, an Exorcist, fluid, perfect and fierce.
There’s no denying it now.
Genre: Gen
Warnings: K
Characters: Lenalee
Notes: for 31_days.
It becomes easier - easier than she remembers it being before. Disturbingly easy, almost. Her innocence just jumps at the call, eager to serve her and battle-ready. She’s become more of a soldier now, more fluid, fiercer and faster than she remembers.
It scares her a little. Before, it was just a burden on her legs; now she feels even more the burden in her heart, her Innocence weighting her down at the same time as it buoys her up, as well as the weight of everyone - she reaches out her hand to them, they reach their hands out to her. It’s heavy, of course. What else would it be?
They all face such things. Lenalee bites her lip and tries to find a measure of tranquility, like the butterfly she’s been compared to - the butterflies follow at her heels, and in her heart their wings stir a hurricane.
She must go on. She’s a soldier, an Exorcist, fluid, perfect and fierce.
There’s no denying it now.