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Sailor Moon: All Kinds of Time 2/? (Michiru/Haruka)
Title: All Kinds of Time
Chapter: Thinking
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lexie_b
Fandoms: Sailor Moon
Genre: Character sketch.
Characters: Michiru, Haruka.
Spoilers: Sailor Moon S.
Summary: It’s a little more intimate, a little less familiar – she has made it hers.
Disclaimer: Sailor Moon belongs to Naoko Takeuchi. I'm just a humble fan and make no profit from this fan based venture.
Two.
She traces her fingers across Haruka’s stomach like she’s following the twisted lines of a road map, her head resting on Haruka’s shoulder as the other girl sleeps, a small smile on her face. Michiru long ago decided Haruka didn’t smile like that enough – a peaceful, relaxed smile. Not a smirk or a grin; just a tiny quirk of the lips that signal that everything, for that moment, is simply good.
Sometimes she wonders how well she knows Haruka. And then she worries how well Haruka knows her.
There are the little things – like when she knows Haruka is getting annoyed, and a simple gesture – a brush of her fingers, a reassuring hand on her shoulder - will remind her not to lose her temper. Or the times when she is drifting away, lost in her own world, Haruka will smile down at her and remind her rejoin the real world.
She knows Haruka well; there’s the faint white scar the blonde got when she first got into motor-cross; the one that runs from her wrist to her elbow from a car accident when Haruka first started racing.
The curved slash mark that runs across Haruka’s stomach from the daimon battle almost three weeks ago.
“Michi?” Haruka’s voice is slurred with sleep, tightening her arms around Michiru, shifting against her, not awake. Her short blonde hair brushes against Michiru’s cheek as Haruka curls around her.
She knows that they’re both afraid of what’s to come; of finding the Talisman holders and watching three innocent people die. Three people for the good of the world seems insignificant when she thinks about it logically, but staring down at the pale face of an innocent person, holding their pure heart crystal in her hands, it’s hard to justify.
She’s glad Haruka’s stronger than she is, she knows that.
“Michiru? You’re awake?” Haruka blinks sleepily at her.
“Go back to sleep, love,” she brushes her lips against Haruka’s and watches as her eyes flutter closed. “I’m just thinking.”
Chapter: Thinking
Author:
lexie_bFandoms: Sailor Moon
Genre: Character sketch.
Characters: Michiru, Haruka.
Spoilers: Sailor Moon S.
Summary: It’s a little more intimate, a little less familiar – she has made it hers.
Disclaimer: Sailor Moon belongs to Naoko Takeuchi. I'm just a humble fan and make no profit from this fan based venture.
Two.
She traces her fingers across Haruka’s stomach like she’s following the twisted lines of a road map, her head resting on Haruka’s shoulder as the other girl sleeps, a small smile on her face. Michiru long ago decided Haruka didn’t smile like that enough – a peaceful, relaxed smile. Not a smirk or a grin; just a tiny quirk of the lips that signal that everything, for that moment, is simply good.
Sometimes she wonders how well she knows Haruka. And then she worries how well Haruka knows her.
There are the little things – like when she knows Haruka is getting annoyed, and a simple gesture – a brush of her fingers, a reassuring hand on her shoulder - will remind her not to lose her temper. Or the times when she is drifting away, lost in her own world, Haruka will smile down at her and remind her rejoin the real world.
She knows Haruka well; there’s the faint white scar the blonde got when she first got into motor-cross; the one that runs from her wrist to her elbow from a car accident when Haruka first started racing.
The curved slash mark that runs across Haruka’s stomach from the daimon battle almost three weeks ago.
“Michi?” Haruka’s voice is slurred with sleep, tightening her arms around Michiru, shifting against her, not awake. Her short blonde hair brushes against Michiru’s cheek as Haruka curls around her.
She knows that they’re both afraid of what’s to come; of finding the Talisman holders and watching three innocent people die. Three people for the good of the world seems insignificant when she thinks about it logically, but staring down at the pale face of an innocent person, holding their pure heart crystal in her hands, it’s hard to justify.
She’s glad Haruka’s stronger than she is, she knows that.
“Michiru? You’re awake?” Haruka blinks sleepily at her.
“Go back to sleep, love,” she brushes her lips against Haruka’s and watches as her eyes flutter closed. “I’m just thinking.”