She's only a blink from new again, all whimsy and instinct, rippling hair dragging behind her skipping heels as she leaps to perch on the narrow edge of a fountain with her effortless, unnatural balance. Somewhere, she acquired some clothes (in the loosest sense of the word, a thin slip of a dress barely decent for bed, but it kicks up and swirls around her thighs when she spins so whoever it was had a sense of aesthetics if not modesty) and the most basic corners of language which she always tends to use sparingly in this state, her lush body and wide eyes speaking for her better.
A Queen in all ways that matter, she dances along the slim edge of the fountain, twirling and tiptoeing without even a whisper of a thought that she might fall, here and there kicking up playful splashes of water that freckle her slip and set the cloth clinging, a baptism fit for the sort of royalty she is.
Play with her, won't you? Her smile isn't demanding, but it won't accept 'no' so easily.
Whoever she finds will share some onus for her later self, supple as the more cerebral pieces of her can be when she's all virginal and eager. But like blowing glass or turning a potter's wheel, too heavy a hand will lathe a pliant curve into a too-sharp angle, or shatter it entirely. The last thing you want to do with a new Queen is draw blood so don't
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Saya Otonashi | Blood + | Canon point: after hatch-amnesia
Date: 2021-10-05 07:09 pm (UTC)A Queen in all ways that matter, she dances along the slim edge of the fountain, twirling and tiptoeing without even a whisper of a thought that she might fall, here and there kicking up playful splashes of water that freckle her slip and set the cloth clinging, a baptism fit for the sort of royalty she is.
Play with her, won't you? Her smile isn't demanding, but it won't accept 'no' so easily.
Whoever she finds will share some onus for her later self, supple as the more cerebral pieces of her can be when she's all virginal and eager. But like blowing glass or turning a potter's wheel, too heavy a hand will lathe a pliant curve into a too-sharp angle, or shatter it entirely. The last thing you want to do with a new Queen is draw blood so don't
push
too
hard.