Kaioh Michiru (mirroroftheseas) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-12-29 13:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, kaioh michiru (sailor neptune), tenoh haruka (sailor uranus) |
Who: Tenoh Haruka and Kaioh Michiru
What: Michiru being an emobutt after rumours come out.
When: After the last Rita Skeeter article on her. So, massively backdated!
Where: Their flat.
Rating: PG-13.
Status: Complete
Michiru sighed and let the brush stroke down the side of the boat she had ‘destroyed’ in her mind. It was not something she liked doing. She didn’t like being so rude or depressed. Something about that word tipped off the worst in her. It was like she was back at school all over again. Back where the boys would taunt her for it, pester her and ask for it.
She’s been on and off crying the entire time, now in a state of numb to anything but painting. The flat is dark of all but the corner area where she’s painting. She’s hungry, but not really up for making something to eat, or get anything to drink for that matter. She dropped the paintbrush in the bucket and looked at it.
The paint was rougher and more jagged than her normal elegant work. It seemed darker, more morbid. It was a lot like the painting she made that was up when her and Haruka had that talk in their past.
The End of the World, it’d been called, or something like that. Far as Haruka could remember, that was, and her memories did sometimes take a turn for the fuzzy... the mess of emotions over the link had been unpleasant, to say the least, but she could cope. Just about.
Not wanting to intrude on what she was doing too much, she’d just decided to bring her in something to eat, biting her lip when she saw the picture. “Think it’s about time you tried to eat something, Michiru... don’t try to deny it, okay? I can feel it over the link.”
“I’m not going to deny it, I’m just not going to.” Grabbed the next colour and began working on the sky, guiding the brush over the edges of the boat. She needed the stark contrast of colour to pull the ship into the foreground and not simply blend into the two layers of background. That was for the sky and the sea. Although... the smell of a warm meal met her nose and her stomach grumbled. She was hungry, but in no mood to eat.
Haruka sighed and came up behind her, lightly wrapping her arms around her waist. She was more than a little concerned, in various different ways. “Please. For me? It’s... all I’ll ask of you today, honestly.”
She expect her to try and touch, so when she didn’t she let out a pleased noise. Michiru even set the brush down and pushed against her. “Alright... First tell me what you think of the painting?” She brought her hands up to rest on her forearms where she held around her middle, pushing fingers lightly into the flesh.
Despite common belief, Haruka wasn’t entirely an idiot. The threat of a Deep Submerge to the face was more than enough to keep her from touching in any kind of intimate way, “It... reminds me of that painting from our dreams. From when you invited me to see you perform...”
“I guess... This one is smaller.” Looked at it from a slightly different angle. “And fewer people have tried to touch it... The sea is clean from human hands. All that’s met with it is the brush...” bit her lip and tried not to let the wave of emotions flood Haruka too much. She hated the link so much at this point in time.
The link might’ve been evil incarnate from time to time, but it had its uses. Haruka tightened her grip around her waist, trying to somehow help. “People are always fascinated by your art... you’re more skilled than anyone else.”
“I just let my art speak for my emotions...” In a sudden fit of emotion she turned around to kneel on the stool she’d be using and wrapped her arms around her middle and pushed her head to her chest. She started to cry, shoulders shaking slightly. “Why use that word... Does she have a limited vocabulary or something?”
So sudden that Haruka hadn’t really expected it. All the same, she held her tighter, lightly rubbing at her back. “I don’t know, honestly... she’s accused everyone of it at some point or another. Must be her favourite insult or... something equally ridiculous.”
“I’m not a whore... Even if there’s nothing wrong with being one.” Pulled away and looked over to see a puppy on the table with her head in the plastic bag. “Haruka!” Pointed!
That puppy was a ninja. “Oi!” Haruka was quick to move to drag the git away, trying to ignore the rather pitiful puppydog eyes she tried to pull on her. “Not going to work, dog. You should know that by now...”
Michiru stayed put and watched, glad that the dog at least behaved for Haruka. She sighed and looked down at her pale arms before beginning to drag her nails hard down the flesh. She couldn’t help it. Well, she could, but didn’t feel like resisting it.
She could damn well resist it. Haruka sighed, taking hold of her hands. “I think you need to rest, love. Before thinking on this does you any more damage.”
Michiru sighed heavily and stood. “Alright... I guess you’re right.” She stepped into the bedroom and lifted up her shirt before dealing with her skirt. She’d sleep naked tonight. Once in the nude, she moved to just resting on her side of the bed, trying to ignore the screaming in her head. What she felt next made her giggle, a wet nose under the blanket. “Can you help the puppy onto the bed...?” Suddenly, jumpy puppy up into the bed and right next to her. She sighed and pushed her face against the fur and softly close her eyes to slip into sleep.