Carnival

[inner_kyuubi]

Temari is a connoisseur of masks.

But these masks are not tangible. Handcrafted, yes, elaborate and beautiful and grotesque, yes, but not touchable. Never that.

Her masks are faces. She puts them on. She takes them off. She scours them for dirt, for cracks, for flaws.

She wears them to survive. She wears them because she believes she

Comments

[kitsunexmaxwell]

I enjoyed that very much. I liked how you had three different Temari's, and how Kankuro knew each and every one of them. Especially adored that he wanted her to read to him. It kind of shows that their childhood was shattered but one of the best things about it was that he had her in it.

But the person he loves the most is the person she despises.

That just pretty much won me over. Thank you for sharing.

Good Luck and Happy Writing
-K.M.

[infinitefirefly]

A;FJLA;DEGJF

TEMARI. ;___________;

Ashley, I love your characterization of the sandsibs, especially Kankuro. He's just...so real. *__*

“Hey, stupid.” She pats one of the couch cushions, inviting him to sit. “When did you get home?”

*points and flails* That, that right there was perfect. ♥ God, I can't believe how much I was missing quality sandsib fic until I read this. And it helped make this rotten sinus headache more bearable. ♥

[sagesse_reine]

D'awww.

I love Sand sibling family moments. I liked your description of Temari's many masks. Reminds me of Memoirs of a Geisha...anyway, great job. :3

[wildwesternwind]

Dont make me say it again! You and Henna have made me say that phrase more times in the last week than I ever have. Its become like a mantra.

and incase you didnt get it past my flailing and squealing...ILU and YOU ROCK SO HARD IT HURTS! Cause this is all sorts of pretty and awesome. Wonderful sandsibness. Gotta love Kanky and his bedtime stories.

[layiliyal]

*chokes*

Good sandsib fics need more love.

All of the different facets of Temari you described, and the way in which Kankuro appreciates and sees each one for a different worth, are really great.

I like how this fic is a bit depressing, but at the same time it also has almost a comfortable and familiar feeling to it. The quilt, for example, is depressing for the past connected to their mother, but the loose threads make it a familiar presence. Also, how Temari can have tear-stained cheeks while Kankuro is resting comfortably against her as she reads.

Anyway, good read. Thanks for sharing.