Femfeb - "The Moon"
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sparklightSailor Moon and Haruka/Usagi again, the same AU as in Opposites still, from Haruka/Uranus' point of view this time.
The moon couldn't be seen from Uranus. Not with the bare eye at least, but Sailor Uranus stared in the direction she knew Earth - and thus the Moon - to be, and imagined she could see the gleam of the white little satellite. Imagined she could see the light cast from Serenity's form, just the same as it'd glowed around her as she left, carrying her back to the Moon a bare few hours after she'd arrived, on a visit that shouldn't even have happened. She'd wasted the first part of that visit, been keen to return the princess whence she'd come, because she shouldn't be here. Serenity had stopped her only when she asked if Uranus didn't want her there. If so, she'd leave.
She should've said she didn't.
Should have, but the look she'd been speared by had shattered her resolution, and they'd had another couple hours. Now she missed her, missed her presence, despite that it was only days ago Serenity had alighted in her castle, bringing the light of the Moon with her. Her hand closed in on itself where it was resting on the balustrade, as if she could catch something of the lingering warmth that had long since fled, of the pale, slender hand that rested there for a couple minutes as she showed this balcony and its view off, those days before.
She should not be expecting anything more than the wide-eyed, star-lit look she'd gotten when Queen Serenity had introduced her, and Neptune and Pluto, to her daughter. She should not be expecting anything at all but to do her duty, wrapped in the light of the energy from the Moon and its royal family to steel her, for that introduction hadn't even been planned.
And yet here she was, not just expecting, but missing. It burned like gasses on her tongue, squeezed her spine like vacuum.
You look so handsome, Uranus.
The words had glowed like they'd been charged from the legendary Silver Crystal itself, when Serenity had said that just before she left, the words tumbling out like she was afraid someone would overhear and realize where she was, and interrupt her before she was finished. The choice of words had set her alight in a way Uranus couldn't define, and now she stood here, looking in the direction of the Moon without being able to see it, to see the glow of it, and missed what she shouldn't.
The moon couldn't be seen from Uranus. Not with the bare eye at least, but Sailor Uranus stared in the direction she knew Earth - and thus the Moon - to be, and imagined she could see the gleam of the white little satellite. Imagined she could see the light cast from Serenity's form, just the same as it'd glowed around her as she left, carrying her back to the Moon a bare few hours after she'd arrived, on a visit that shouldn't even have happened. She'd wasted the first part of that visit, been keen to return the princess whence she'd come, because she shouldn't be here. Serenity had stopped her only when she asked if Uranus didn't want her there. If so, she'd leave.
She should've said she didn't.
Should have, but the look she'd been speared by had shattered her resolution, and they'd had another couple hours. Now she missed her, missed her presence, despite that it was only days ago Serenity had alighted in her castle, bringing the light of the Moon with her. Her hand closed in on itself where it was resting on the balustrade, as if she could catch something of the lingering warmth that had long since fled, of the pale, slender hand that rested there for a couple minutes as she showed this balcony and its view off, those days before.
She should not be expecting anything more than the wide-eyed, star-lit look she'd gotten when Queen Serenity had introduced her, and Neptune and Pluto, to her daughter. She should not be expecting anything at all but to do her duty, wrapped in the light of the energy from the Moon and its royal family to steel her, for that introduction hadn't even been planned.
And yet here she was, not just expecting, but missing. It burned like gasses on her tongue, squeezed her spine like vacuum.
You look so handsome, Uranus.
The words had glowed like they'd been charged from the legendary Silver Crystal itself, when Serenity had said that just before she left, the words tumbling out like she was afraid someone would overhear and realize where she was, and interrupt her before she was finished. The choice of words had set her alight in a way Uranus couldn't define, and now she stood here, looking in the direction of the Moon without being able to see it, to see the glow of it, and missed what she shouldn't.
