anthy: quaverivy_chanSeptember 30 2010, 17:20:25 UTC
Her resolve is sorely tested as they reach the end of the trials, when she can feel the sword being forged to near-perfection, when the steel in Utena's soul is folded nearly a hundred times over, and she still looks at her like that. When even the slightest glance from her seems like a whispering caress, a promise. When her name, tumbled casually from Utena's lips, have the same ring as a psalm from a supplicant.
She sits at the table and completes the same mathematical equations she has completed each school term. Algebra. Binary operations.
She has never had a head for mathematics, so it is easy enough to let the numbers slide by, easy enough to allow their patterns to continue unwoven, unpenetrated. Anthy makes a gleeful practice of failing each class, the slightest and least harmful rebellion of a constant schoolgirl.
Across from her, Utena watches her attempt at solution, her lips thoughtful, the lashes of her eyes lowered in study. She reaches out with pencil in hand, "No, that's not how it's done, this is the mistake," and smiles. The smile is a hallmark, a fly in amber to be preserved. A prince in gum arabic.
It's all about willpower. Still, her heart feels like a candle flame subjected to a gentle breeze- she'd like to follow, but she knows she'll disappear.
She sits at the table and completes the same mathematical equations she has completed each school term. Algebra. Binary operations.
She has never had a head for mathematics, so it is easy enough to let the numbers slide by, easy enough to allow their patterns to continue unwoven, unpenetrated. Anthy makes a gleeful practice of failing each class, the slightest and least harmful rebellion of a constant schoolgirl.
Across from her, Utena watches her attempt at solution, her lips thoughtful, the lashes of her eyes lowered in study. She reaches out with pencil in hand, "No, that's not how it's done, this is the mistake," and smiles. The smile is a hallmark, a fly in amber to be preserved. A prince in gum arabic.
It's all about willpower. Still, her heart feels like a candle flame subjected to a gentle breeze- she'd like to follow, but she knows she'll disappear.
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