Week #238: Blind Eye
Title: Waters Edge
Author: Crystal Crest
Genre: Angst (not really)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 250
Warnings: None
Summary: Ignorance is bliss, but not when with intent.
A/N: This came to mind through inspiration, and I thought it would be fitting of the prompt. Hope you all enjoy! ^_^
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She walked upon the waters edge, her bare feet stopping where the glistening stream met the eroding earth; blackened by the night sky. The surrounding trees bore leaves of color and at her side settled wild flowers of red that did not hold light given by that of nature, but by the pets that brought to her illicit essences.
The priestess was the root of possible ruin--bringing unfortunate circumstances never intended to be passed--taking what was not hers from the souls of the deceased to that of one being still existing.
She, though, chose to pay heed instead in enacting the revenge she sought from her former love--to bring him to the depths of hell. For was she not brought to said depths, only to be gloriously ripped from scarlet to resurface to (yet by) the brown of the living?
He deserved at the least, as much.
Kikyo's eyes drifted to the handsomely feral flowers beside her, carrying a likeness to said half-breed that she promptly ignored. She allowed her hand to touch its petals before caressing its stem, letting it slide between her thumb and forefinger.
Inuyasha was not to blame.
Kikyo dispassionately bent the stem--relishing in the sound as it snapped where it halved yet still remained bonded--bending away from her but nevertheless remained within her grip.
She was not ignorant to the unmerited blame she placed upon him, and saw to whom it should be directed…
But she was willfully blind--almost regrettably so.
Author: Crystal Crest
Genre: Angst (not really)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 250
Warnings: None
Summary: Ignorance is bliss, but not when with intent.
A/N: This came to mind through inspiration, and I thought it would be fitting of the prompt. Hope you all enjoy! ^_^
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She walked upon the waters edge, her bare feet stopping where the glistening stream met the eroding earth; blackened by the night sky. The surrounding trees bore leaves of color and at her side settled wild flowers of red that did not hold light given by that of nature, but by the pets that brought to her illicit essences.
The priestess was the root of possible ruin--bringing unfortunate circumstances never intended to be passed--taking what was not hers from the souls of the deceased to that of one being still existing.
She, though, chose to pay heed instead in enacting the revenge she sought from her former love--to bring him to the depths of hell. For was she not brought to said depths, only to be gloriously ripped from scarlet to resurface to (yet by) the brown of the living?
He deserved at the least, as much.
Kikyo's eyes drifted to the handsomely feral flowers beside her, carrying a likeness to said half-breed that she promptly ignored. She allowed her hand to touch its petals before caressing its stem, letting it slide between her thumb and forefinger.
Inuyasha was not to blame.
Kikyo dispassionately bent the stem--relishing in the sound as it snapped where it halved yet still remained bonded--bending away from her but nevertheless remained within her grip.
She was not ignorant to the unmerited blame she placed upon him, and saw to whom it should be directed…
But she was willfully blind--almost regrettably so.