Tomoyo's Reflection
Tomoyo with her eyes fixed on her own sapphire orbs and hands twirling a turquoise ribbon continues to mutter, "Emerald...Amber...Emerald...Amber...Green...Brown...Green...Brown. Where would sapphire--blue fit in? Those green gems...that green robe. Those brown locks...those brown spheres. And blue? You have trees, you have earth...what would water do? Where could water be?"
With powdered skin and dark hair, Tomoyo silently moved to her desk. Thrown haplessly around were photos of hers truly: Sakura. The one with emerald gems. Always adorned with one of her own gifts...one of her own tokens of love. And yet...as insignificant he may seem...there were always those piercing brown eyes that always seemed to be yearning for the growth of trees, but still shunning the fluid that brings life.
"Every costume I designed were made to fit her...to enhance every possibly beauty present...save the eyes. Those gems of trees...isn't water the nurturing source of life?"
Tomoyo looked at the turquoise ribbon in her hand. She found that if she tilted it one way, it shone blue, and if tilted another way, it shone green. But never at the same time were both present...never together. Yet, the gold-amber edging was always there...forever present..forever binding.
"But earth is what she wants. She doesn't want a flow of life or constant changes of course...She wants a foundation. Solidity that she could survive on."
"And land is solid," she reasoned.
She stared at the twisted turquoise ribbon in front of her and smirked..."But so is ice."
"So..." she decided, "if solidity is what she wants, then ice is what she'll get."
Tomoyo with her eyes fixed on her own sapphire orbs and hands twirling a turquoise ribbon continues to mutter, "Emerald...Amber...Emerald...Amber...Green...Brown...Green...Brown. Where would sapphire--blue fit in? Those green gems...that green robe. Those brown locks...those brown spheres. And blue? You have trees, you have earth...what would water do? Where could water be?"
With powdered skin and dark hair, Tomoyo silently moved to her desk. Thrown haplessly around were photos of hers truly: Sakura. The one with emerald gems. Always adorned with one of her own gifts...one of her own tokens of love. And yet...as insignificant he may seem...there were always those piercing brown eyes that always seemed to be yearning for the growth of trees, but still shunning the fluid that brings life.
"Every costume I designed were made to fit her...to enhance every possibly beauty present...save the eyes. Those gems of trees...isn't water the nurturing source of life?"
Tomoyo looked at the turquoise ribbon in her hand. She found that if she tilted it one way, it shone blue, and if tilted another way, it shone green. But never at the same time were both present...never together. Yet, the gold-amber edging was always there...forever present..forever binding.
"But earth is what she wants. She doesn't want a flow of life or constant changes of course...She wants a foundation. Solidity that she could survive on."
"And land is solid," she reasoned.
She stared at the twisted turquoise ribbon in front of her and smirked..."But so is ice."
"So..." she decided, "if solidity is what she wants, then ice is what she'll get."