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Title: The wish of a maiden
Fandom: Fate stay night
Characters: Sakura>>>>Shirou, Shinji.
Prompt: 100songs 018. Reverie.
Rating: PG-13.
Summary:The night is hungry with impossible dreams. And claims the ones of Sakura.
The wish of a maiden
Sakura watchs Shirou from a long distance, waiting for the day in which she gets enough nerves to talk with him. Meanwhile, she thinks about how it would be if they marry. Even the wedding night. In her chest, there is a warm feeling since she was thirtheen, going from her neck to her cheeks and sometimes, stinging between her legs.
She almost can see her blood in the white sheets, simbolizing how virtuous she is and Shirou proud of her, kissing her again, congratulating her because she waited until the appropriate moment. Her Shirou, belonging only to her, forever and ever. Like one of those beautiful dolls that she wanted when she was even more little and shy for ask it to her family. It was enough, giving her clothes and food, since she was adopted.
Then she cames back to reality, walking down the streets from the Emiya's House to the one in what she certanly lives. Even if in days like this one, she wished for a different place to stay. When fantasy is dead in her thoughts, sorrow comes. She is embarassed of wanting to leave like that. How pathethic, Sakura. You know it's a small change. But who knows. Maybe one day, you and him become friends. Real friends. And even, get married when you grow enough. That makes her smile in sadness. Maybe. And then, you would start a new life with him, so far away that Shinji never, never going to get close to you again. Shirou will never leave him. Even if it's not so perfect as in your dreams... She doesn't wants to think in her taintred body. In how it's not what no one would expect of a wife. She doesn't want to cry with Shinji, when she arrives and he...because, that likes him.
Night is a wild animal. She cannot do nothing to tame it. Just offers herself without clothes and proud as sacrifice to it's thirst. The night needs her blood and flesh to feed. It's not Shinji. The night uses to Shinji. The night is hungry with impossible dreams. And claims the ones of Sakura. Bites. Hits. Kisses. Or something like that. Hellish warm. Pain, always the pain. Tears. Nothing more is left of a silly wish. But a momentarily satiated night.
Fandom: Fate stay night
Characters: Sakura>>>>Shirou, Shinji.
Prompt: 100songs 018. Reverie.
Rating: PG-13.
Summary:The night is hungry with impossible dreams. And claims the ones of Sakura.
The wish of a maiden
Sakura watchs Shirou from a long distance, waiting for the day in which she gets enough nerves to talk with him. Meanwhile, she thinks about how it would be if they marry. Even the wedding night. In her chest, there is a warm feeling since she was thirtheen, going from her neck to her cheeks and sometimes, stinging between her legs.
She almost can see her blood in the white sheets, simbolizing how virtuous she is and Shirou proud of her, kissing her again, congratulating her because she waited until the appropriate moment. Her Shirou, belonging only to her, forever and ever. Like one of those beautiful dolls that she wanted when she was even more little and shy for ask it to her family. It was enough, giving her clothes and food, since she was adopted.
Then she cames back to reality, walking down the streets from the Emiya's House to the one in what she certanly lives. Even if in days like this one, she wished for a different place to stay. When fantasy is dead in her thoughts, sorrow comes. She is embarassed of wanting to leave like that. How pathethic, Sakura. You know it's a small change. But who knows. Maybe one day, you and him become friends. Real friends. And even, get married when you grow enough. That makes her smile in sadness. Maybe. And then, you would start a new life with him, so far away that Shinji never, never going to get close to you again. Shirou will never leave him. Even if it's not so perfect as in your dreams... She doesn't wants to think in her taintred body. In how it's not what no one would expect of a wife. She doesn't want to cry with Shinji, when she arrives and he...because, that likes him.
Night is a wild animal. She cannot do nothing to tame it. Just offers herself without clothes and proud as sacrifice to it's thirst. The night needs her blood and flesh to feed. It's not Shinji. The night uses to Shinji. The night is hungry with impossible dreams. And claims the ones of Sakura. Bites. Hits. Kisses. Or something like that. Hellish warm. Pain, always the pain. Tears. Nothing more is left of a silly wish. But a momentarily satiated night.