PeinSaku/Bitter Refuge.
So I've started ferrelz the PeinSaku.
I am in LOVE with the intro, totally loving it~ Working on the proper introduction scene which is so-so at this point.
One of the toughest things about this is keeping the balance even between Pein-Konan-Sakura, becaue I love Konan and I want it to be trinity not so much threesome or PeinSaku, which kinda hard to portray and trinity is totally different too threesome and GAH >.<''. I could evolve this into a saga if I felt inclined, might do one day, but not yet. I am a little iffy on the current way I am portraying Pein, I want him to be more profound and God-All-Knowing like but he's being stubborn as such. Pein is being a pain. Oh you know you love that pun, cause its so intended.
I ALSO HAVE THE NAME. Bitter Refuge. Taken from A dust land Fairytale. by the Killers. ('Now Cinderella don't you go to sleep, It's such a bitter form of refuge') There is a smattering of Killers lyrics, randomly placed amoungst my own words as I see fit :3
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Bitter Refuge
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&the world turns and we go on --
-- beginnings and ends, ends and--
-- lessoned learned and the wheels--
-- made in the image of --;
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--He has such powerful eyes.--
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She watched him when he wasn't looking, only for seconds and before he could catch her looking.
He was the type of man that prostitutes made eyes at and mothers guarded their children from. That respectable fathers locked their respectable daughters away from ( and despite that, those respectable daughters open their windows and turned not so respectable -- just for him).
But Sakura had no respectable father and threw away the little respectability she had for a boy with yellow hair and whisker marks and much too much courage and a man that was never really a boy whose dark eyes and dark hair always shone, no matter the light. But they were gone now and she didnt care for respectability anymore.
No, Sakura cared for working to 9 to 5 shift watching a man with orange hair and all those piercings. His coming was always sporadic and she could never predict it. But she preferred it like that.
She couldnt count days till he came, instead she'd hold each day in hope.
It was a nice kind of feeling.
She felt guilty too though, hed often come with a woman with blue hair and such delicate fingers that seemed to move more than necessary (but it still made Sakura hopeful, because if he liked girls with odd hair, she still had a chance...).
But despite her musing, shed watch, hitting the buttons on the coffee machine, and always make a point to deliver it herself, he would look up at her, so openly blank and she'd smile.
She just saw herself reflected back in those flat staring eyes and she'd go on her way.
It was just a chance for her to try and care again.
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Alright thats that for the moment. As I said I am in love with the intro :3 Enjoy folks, I'm going back to writing~
ciao bella,
Lily
xoxox