One Day, Already Passing by Avadrea [Challenge #8]
Title: One Day, Already Passing
Author: Avadrea
Prompt: Lost
Rating: A
Warnings: None
Genre: Romance
Word Count: 465
Summary: Sesshoumaru tries to retrace the steps that lead him to this
He couldn’t put his finger on when it happened. Had it been yesterday? The day before that? Or could it have been last Thursday at three twenty seven in the afternoon. It had been a rather nice day if he recalled correctly. The spring air had been pleasantly fresh and fragrant; the breeze had been invigorating and cool. Even the birds chirping uproariously had not been discordant to his ears. That sweet wind had caught in her midnight black hair, teasing it into a dance.
Yes perhaps it had been Thursday.
Or could it have been the second Wednesday of March? Spring had not yet taken hold and the mornings still held a biting chill to them. Her breath had played in small clouds about her lips as if desperate to cling to them only to die without her.
That day held some promise.
Perhaps it had been that night late in February? The world had still been wrapped in its thick shroud of white. The stars had glittered in a clear sky as fat snowflakes danced to the earth like outcast siblings. A few of those forlorn, lost children had found refuge in her dark curls as if they had been returned to the skies. Glittering in the thick blackness like their brethren above.
That night was a likely suspect.
Could it have occurred earlier? Maybe it had been that warm afternoon last Autumn. Summer had finally begun to relinquish its grip on the year surrendering to the cold slumber of Winter. The leaves where painted with blood and fire as if telling the tale of this last battle between life and death. While the sun was still rich and warm the wind held ice in it’s veins. It whipped across her face staining her cheeks a rosy red from the chill as her eyes flashed with laughter. The chill stole her breath as surely as his own had been taken.
Surly that had been the moment. If only he could be certain. Perhaps if he retraced his steps, maybe then he could figure out when it had happened. After all if he could discover when, then he could reason out how…. Perhaps… Maybe…
Or had it happened before even that? Could it have been the second time he had seen her, standing defiantly before him? Alive when she should have been dead. Fearless when she should have been terrified. Unyieldingly burning, a black flame of life in a field of destruction, ignorant of her own mortality.
It was plausible however unlikely. Surly he would have noticed it missing then. He had been surer of himself, more focused. Not like now. Not since… then.
If only he had that focus now. Perhaps then he could figure out when it was he lost his heart.
Author: Avadrea
Prompt: Lost
Rating: A
Warnings: None
Genre: Romance
Word Count: 465
Summary: Sesshoumaru tries to retrace the steps that lead him to this
He couldn’t put his finger on when it happened. Had it been yesterday? The day before that? Or could it have been last Thursday at three twenty seven in the afternoon. It had been a rather nice day if he recalled correctly. The spring air had been pleasantly fresh and fragrant; the breeze had been invigorating and cool. Even the birds chirping uproariously had not been discordant to his ears. That sweet wind had caught in her midnight black hair, teasing it into a dance.
Yes perhaps it had been Thursday.
Or could it have been the second Wednesday of March? Spring had not yet taken hold and the mornings still held a biting chill to them. Her breath had played in small clouds about her lips as if desperate to cling to them only to die without her.
That day held some promise.
Perhaps it had been that night late in February? The world had still been wrapped in its thick shroud of white. The stars had glittered in a clear sky as fat snowflakes danced to the earth like outcast siblings. A few of those forlorn, lost children had found refuge in her dark curls as if they had been returned to the skies. Glittering in the thick blackness like their brethren above.
That night was a likely suspect.
Could it have occurred earlier? Maybe it had been that warm afternoon last Autumn. Summer had finally begun to relinquish its grip on the year surrendering to the cold slumber of Winter. The leaves where painted with blood and fire as if telling the tale of this last battle between life and death. While the sun was still rich and warm the wind held ice in it’s veins. It whipped across her face staining her cheeks a rosy red from the chill as her eyes flashed with laughter. The chill stole her breath as surely as his own had been taken.
Surly that had been the moment. If only he could be certain. Perhaps if he retraced his steps, maybe then he could figure out when it had happened. After all if he could discover when, then he could reason out how…. Perhaps… Maybe…
Or had it happened before even that? Could it have been the second time he had seen her, standing defiantly before him? Alive when she should have been dead. Fearless when she should have been terrified. Unyieldingly burning, a black flame of life in a field of destruction, ignorant of her own mortality.
It was plausible however unlikely. Surly he would have noticed it missing then. He had been surer of himself, more focused. Not like now. Not since… then.
If only he had that focus now. Perhaps then he could figure out when it was he lost his heart.