Boy meets girl: again [Part 1 / Complete]

Jun 23, 2009 04:39


Who: Pain and Konan
Status: Closed
Style: Present tense, paragraph form.
Where/When: Himorogi; approximately an hour or so after Pain has awoken in Kannagara
Warnings: none yet; will edit if necessary

What you are not aware of is that it makes him afraid.

Afraid: unsettled, your word, might be better suited.

Nagato has not dreamt for many years, ( Read more... )

~pain/nagato, *complete, *closed, !log, location: himorogi, ~konan

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papercutrose June 23 2009, 17:37:33 UTC
She flies westward. Even though the needle on her compass spins here, in Madara's new world, it feels as if she flies west. Following the path of the sun ( ... )

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callmelegion June 23 2009, 18:23:47 UTC

Existing bereft of her presence had been the most curious feeling.

Nagato knows Konan as a creature who lives in the spans of silences, and who weaves those silences with her fingertips: into so many roses and tulips -- the woman who then wears these silences in her hair, and every fold and tuck is, as if - he wonders, sometimes - a word gone unsaid.

She is slender and milk-pale. She does not bruise. Nagato knows Konan (and pays more attention than you would suppose; though with so many prodigious eyes, you might say to spare a little attention is the least of his considerations) as a woman who takes far too long to perform even the simplest of endeavors for herself - even the folding of one of these silences, these flowers - as if in the too-lengthy movements she is attempting to extend her life, or to pass more moments than she should on a given task. As if she fears the absence of tasks. As if she fears what her mind might turn to, should her hands become still.

This is how Nagato knows Konan.

This is how Nagato has come to ( ... )

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papercutrose June 24 2009, 02:19:47 UTC

"Of course.." she says, unnecessarily. But there is something about his voice that seems...

...to need cover. Protection. She doesn't want to leave it hanging in silence. He looks at her and she's warmed, because it's important that he see her, too. That he knows she's there ( ... )

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callmelegion June 24 2009, 04:28:44 UTC
Pain watches as she helps him put himself away - tuck him into the folds of her silences, as only she can; only she aids him with these endeavors - and he exhales through this body's warm, electrically-charged lungs at the sight of it: his eyes closing, then his features enshrouded in a cocoon of her, cold and white like the weeping statues - the marble fixtures of their home in Amegakure ( ... )

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callmelegion June 24 2009, 04:28:58 UTC
No, even then: you do not think it could be real. You cannot understand. Loss. You will wake tomorrow, and they will return. And then they do not. You look for something to hold to: a dog or a flower, some little life to assuage the hurt, something to hold onto. To remind you that life can persist. That you can take life in, and stroke its fur, and it will be near you, and warm ( ... )

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