Femfeb - "lost"
Feb. 3rd, 2019 08:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sparklightGot something written for femslash february today too. :v Same AU as in Opposites, somewhere early Dark Kingdom, however. Really only Usagi present here.
There was a garden, flowering under a sky that was incongruously blue when she could see not the Moon in the sky, but Earth, but that made it obvious that this was just a dream, and with a flowing dress spilling all over on the grass around her, Usagi thought of fairy tale princesses. There was a castle shining white and pearl behind her, spires against the blue sky, and there was a wall around the garden. The suited figure that came out of the shadows at the base of that wall was dressed just like she'd imagine a fairy tale prince would be, in striking navy blue and silver, details in surprisingly jaunty yellow. She couldn't quite see his face, but the blond hair was bright against the blue sky, and stirred in a breeze that touched nothing else.
There was nothing but a black, star-studded sky above her, her fine, beautiful dress still and soft against the ground around her, the castle with its garden and the city beyond it far behind her. There wasn't even Earth, but she knew it was somewhere in the dark sky behind her. Why she was looking up at the stars and not the Earth, she didn't know, but there was an ache in her chest, and she clutched her hands to her chest until her fingers ached around the precious gift she was holding.
There was another castle, spreading out underneath her as she stood pressed against the thin balustrade of a balcony. There was a slim, strong arm around her waist, and the other arm raised past her, pointing out the direction where Earth and the Moon was, even if she couldn't see it from here. The arm was surprisingly toned, and there was a spider-thread thin silvery bracelet around the wrist, winking in the light from the room behind them. She couldn't hear anything, but the chest pressed against hers was shuddering with a laugh she wished she could hear, and the sweeping folds of a navy dress was heavy against her own lace-light one.
There was a ballroom, fantastic dresses and glittering lights, and by now Usagi was quite jealous as she (not her, the princess in her dream) was offered a strong, gloved hand and swept out on the floor among other dancing couples (and she could swear she saw Ami-chan and Rei-chan in the crowd..?). Jealous because she would absolutely love to be able to dance like this, with someone as handsome as she imagined the blond prince who she was dancing with to be. Sometimes, though, the long, sweeping cape made it look as if her partner was wearing a dress, instead, and the suggested sharp features softened a little - the hair never changed, though, and Usagi was nearly childishly glad for that, because she thought it suited her dream companion very well.
There was no kiss, but lips brushed against the back of her hand, the pearl bracelet around her wrist glinting in the crystal light of the ballroom, and she looked up to fireworks lighting the dark sky, an arm around her shoulders.
And then she woke up.
Blinking into the darkness of her room, Usagi sat up slowly. Sniffed, and then realized she was crying despite there being no reason to be doing so, but as she carefully pulled her knees to herself, slowly so she wouldn't disturb Luna at the end of the bed, she felt like she'd lost something.
There was a garden, flowering under a sky that was incongruously blue when she could see not the Moon in the sky, but Earth, but that made it obvious that this was just a dream, and with a flowing dress spilling all over on the grass around her, Usagi thought of fairy tale princesses. There was a castle shining white and pearl behind her, spires against the blue sky, and there was a wall around the garden. The suited figure that came out of the shadows at the base of that wall was dressed just like she'd imagine a fairy tale prince would be, in striking navy blue and silver, details in surprisingly jaunty yellow. She couldn't quite see his face, but the blond hair was bright against the blue sky, and stirred in a breeze that touched nothing else.
There was nothing but a black, star-studded sky above her, her fine, beautiful dress still and soft against the ground around her, the castle with its garden and the city beyond it far behind her. There wasn't even Earth, but she knew it was somewhere in the dark sky behind her. Why she was looking up at the stars and not the Earth, she didn't know, but there was an ache in her chest, and she clutched her hands to her chest until her fingers ached around the precious gift she was holding.
There was another castle, spreading out underneath her as she stood pressed against the thin balustrade of a balcony. There was a slim, strong arm around her waist, and the other arm raised past her, pointing out the direction where Earth and the Moon was, even if she couldn't see it from here. The arm was surprisingly toned, and there was a spider-thread thin silvery bracelet around the wrist, winking in the light from the room behind them. She couldn't hear anything, but the chest pressed against hers was shuddering with a laugh she wished she could hear, and the sweeping folds of a navy dress was heavy against her own lace-light one.
There was a ballroom, fantastic dresses and glittering lights, and by now Usagi was quite jealous as she (not her, the princess in her dream) was offered a strong, gloved hand and swept out on the floor among other dancing couples (and she could swear she saw Ami-chan and Rei-chan in the crowd..?). Jealous because she would absolutely love to be able to dance like this, with someone as handsome as she imagined the blond prince who she was dancing with to be. Sometimes, though, the long, sweeping cape made it look as if her partner was wearing a dress, instead, and the suggested sharp features softened a little - the hair never changed, though, and Usagi was nearly childishly glad for that, because she thought it suited her dream companion very well.
There was no kiss, but lips brushed against the back of her hand, the pearl bracelet around her wrist glinting in the crystal light of the ballroom, and she looked up to fireworks lighting the dark sky, an arm around her shoulders.
And then she woke up.
Blinking into the darkness of her room, Usagi sat up slowly. Sniffed, and then realized she was crying despite there being no reason to be doing so, but as she carefully pulled her knees to herself, slowly so she wouldn't disturb Luna at the end of the bed, she felt like she'd lost something.
