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smash_logs2011-01-31 05:04 pm
thedesertrose) wrote in smash_logs2011-01-31 05:04 pm
Entry tags:
In which Mako tl;dr's.
Who: Naiden (i.e., Raiden & Nabooru)
When: Today. This afternoon. Something like this.
Where: Nabooru's classroom to begin with. Where it moves onto, I have no clue yet.
Why: Raiden's having a difficult time with things. Nabooru is looking to offer a helping hand. This is really all mercy and compassion, guys.
Warnings: To be determined.
Three months in a forest really did it to a girl. Yes, Nabooru had certainly cleaned herself back up, but in the end, she'd spent those months in the thicket of trees, hiding from the world, avoiding everything she wanted nothing to do with, and virtually just wanting to be alone. How long had she wanted it? Since Ganondorf had pried her honour from her sienna flesh? Since she had been cast out of her home as a pariah? Since she'd...
She didn't know anymore. 'When' really wasn't the issue anymore and it'd certainly taken a backseat when she returned to the different things that happened in her absence. Blacky had gone. She was a faculty member and while Nabooru could not have claimed them to be the kinds of friends who stayed up late, swapped stories, and made waffles, she was important. Blacky and Nabooru had been a kind of kin. She was the only other woman who was as closed to Nabooru's personality.
In a way, she felt abandoned. But in reality, she'd really been the one to abandon Blacky.
Nabooru leaned over her desk in thought, palms flat against the table in a casual sleeveless shirt, a neat pair of slacks, and sandals on dainty feet. Red hair toppled over her shoulders, not quite kept in that nice and neat style, and perhaps too loose and free for her liking. 'Fly away hair,' Nabooru would have called it. She eyed the empty doorway, still open just in case a student would need her as she closed up for the day.
They'd moved on from belly dancing. They'd covered about all she could really offer and since then, had moved onto a new unit of the pasa doble, something she wasn't sure they could pull off so easily. It was a dance of passion, of love, of anger, of possession, of jealousy, many things that rolled about within her and had no way of escaping from. It was an illogical dance, she might have said. Illogical and beautiful, but not all pretty things made sense. If one over thought too much, they'd miss out on all the magic before him.
Then she turned her attention onto her notes. What would they be doing the following week? Thank goodness the class was only every Monday. She feared she might very well lose her head if it were to be any more than that.
When: Today. This afternoon. Something like this.
Where: Nabooru's classroom to begin with. Where it moves onto, I have no clue yet.
Why: Raiden's having a difficult time with things. Nabooru is looking to offer a helping hand. This is really all mercy and compassion, guys.
Warnings: To be determined.
Three months in a forest really did it to a girl. Yes, Nabooru had certainly cleaned herself back up, but in the end, she'd spent those months in the thicket of trees, hiding from the world, avoiding everything she wanted nothing to do with, and virtually just wanting to be alone. How long had she wanted it? Since Ganondorf had pried her honour from her sienna flesh? Since she had been cast out of her home as a pariah? Since she'd...
She didn't know anymore. 'When' really wasn't the issue anymore and it'd certainly taken a backseat when she returned to the different things that happened in her absence. Blacky had gone. She was a faculty member and while Nabooru could not have claimed them to be the kinds of friends who stayed up late, swapped stories, and made waffles, she was important. Blacky and Nabooru had been a kind of kin. She was the only other woman who was as closed to Nabooru's personality.
In a way, she felt abandoned. But in reality, she'd really been the one to abandon Blacky.
Nabooru leaned over her desk in thought, palms flat against the table in a casual sleeveless shirt, a neat pair of slacks, and sandals on dainty feet. Red hair toppled over her shoulders, not quite kept in that nice and neat style, and perhaps too loose and free for her liking. 'Fly away hair,' Nabooru would have called it. She eyed the empty doorway, still open just in case a student would need her as she closed up for the day.
They'd moved on from belly dancing. They'd covered about all she could really offer and since then, had moved onto a new unit of the pasa doble, something she wasn't sure they could pull off so easily. It was a dance of passion, of love, of anger, of possession, of jealousy, many things that rolled about within her and had no way of escaping from. It was an illogical dance, she might have said. Illogical and beautiful, but not all pretty things made sense. If one over thought too much, they'd miss out on all the magic before him.
Then she turned her attention onto her notes. What would they be doing the following week? Thank goodness the class was only every Monday. She feared she might very well lose her head if it were to be any more than that.