Sailor Moon; Two Sides (Setsuna)
Title: Two Sides
Author: lexie_b
Feedback: If you feel so moved.
Characters: Setsuna Meioh/Sailor Pluto
Word Count: 420
Rating: PG
Genre: Drama
Summary: Temptation is a powerful force, one that goes hand in hand with Chaos more often than not.
Warnings: Dark undertones.
Notes: I enjoying writing Setsuna-mind-fuck fics. I really do.
Disclaimer: Naoko Takeuchi owns the characters and scenarios of Sailor Moon. I am a humble fan and thus make no profit from this venture.
Babylon: A city or place of great luxury, sensuality, and often vice and corruption.
She watches them in the Time Stream, the bow on her fuku fluttering in the cold mists, the Time Staff lying across her lap. She is never off duty.
She watches the ladies, in their beautiful gowns - the colours of flowers, draped in precious stones - sidle up to the men, their smiles both inviting and child-like at once. She watches plates of food arranged, of music and dancing, and of young couples slip into the gardens, the heady scent of flowers, the continuous flow of wine, seducing them.
She watches those young boys and girls rewrite their own histories, with reputations rewritten behind whispers and giggles, with an unlaced bodice and a kiss that lingers. Politics goes hand in hand with the opulence of Court of the Moon, and the pretty utopia of love and peace has a dark edge. Temptation is a powerful force, one that goes hand in hand with Chaos more often than not.
A place of captivity or exile.
Perhaps she does not understand; she remains outside of time, in a great space of nothingness, of mists and doors, of nothing ever changing. You could bleed for a thousand years and never die here, because time does not pass, the blood does not flow.
She does not know what it is like, to be one of the girls in the flowing gowns, to have a young man stare at her as if she is the moon and stars herself, to smell the flowers and the fruit, to hear the music and to wonder what happens next as the gentleman takes her in his arms. To feel a band of gold on the fourth finger of her left hand, to feel loved and desired.
She discarded human emotions a long time ago, to serve her planet and her queen. Where there should have been hopes and dreams, friendship and trust, there was a dogmatic loyalty to her Queen, a steadiness and a curiousity. Resentment for the place where she must serve is there too, but she is ashamed, and keeps that coldness in the back of her mind, punishing herself with the visions of pleasure and the camaraderie.
She watches the Guardian Princesses, with wine glasses in their hands and tall, regal Earth men on their arms, their faces lit with smiles and happiness and perhaps a little drunkenness, despite their own duties, and she really does not know who she pities more.
Author: lexie_b
Feedback: If you feel so moved.
Characters: Setsuna Meioh/Sailor Pluto
Word Count: 420
Rating: PG
Genre: Drama
Summary: Temptation is a powerful force, one that goes hand in hand with Chaos more often than not.
Warnings: Dark undertones.
Notes: I enjoying writing Setsuna-mind-fuck fics. I really do.
Disclaimer: Naoko Takeuchi owns the characters and scenarios of Sailor Moon. I am a humble fan and thus make no profit from this venture.
Babylon: A city or place of great luxury, sensuality, and often vice and corruption.
She watches them in the Time Stream, the bow on her fuku fluttering in the cold mists, the Time Staff lying across her lap. She is never off duty.
She watches the ladies, in their beautiful gowns - the colours of flowers, draped in precious stones - sidle up to the men, their smiles both inviting and child-like at once. She watches plates of food arranged, of music and dancing, and of young couples slip into the gardens, the heady scent of flowers, the continuous flow of wine, seducing them.
She watches those young boys and girls rewrite their own histories, with reputations rewritten behind whispers and giggles, with an unlaced bodice and a kiss that lingers. Politics goes hand in hand with the opulence of Court of the Moon, and the pretty utopia of love and peace has a dark edge. Temptation is a powerful force, one that goes hand in hand with Chaos more often than not.
A place of captivity or exile.
Perhaps she does not understand; she remains outside of time, in a great space of nothingness, of mists and doors, of nothing ever changing. You could bleed for a thousand years and never die here, because time does not pass, the blood does not flow.
She does not know what it is like, to be one of the girls in the flowing gowns, to have a young man stare at her as if she is the moon and stars herself, to smell the flowers and the fruit, to hear the music and to wonder what happens next as the gentleman takes her in his arms. To feel a band of gold on the fourth finger of her left hand, to feel loved and desired.
She discarded human emotions a long time ago, to serve her planet and her queen. Where there should have been hopes and dreams, friendship and trust, there was a dogmatic loyalty to her Queen, a steadiness and a curiousity. Resentment for the place where she must serve is there too, but she is ashamed, and keeps that coldness in the back of her mind, punishing herself with the visions of pleasure and the camaraderie.
She watches the Guardian Princesses, with wine glasses in their hands and tall, regal Earth men on their arms, their faces lit with smiles and happiness and perhaps a little drunkenness, despite their own duties, and she really does not know who she pities more.