Post by Bun on May 20, 2006 13:41:54 GMT -5
I seriously DO have a life. It just happens to revolve around fan fiction.
Every spring, she buys flowers.
Balamb springs produce the best flowers, she has realized after years of trial-and-error. Balamb-grown blossoms have an innate radiance that isn't found anywhere else in the world, a fresh, unadulterated beauty that could amaze the Shumi, the masters of the Arts. Out of the various bouquets of Balamb-grown greenery, she chooses her "usual"----a small bunch of vivid, orange tiger lilies almost as big as her hand. She pays the usual 100 gil for the bunch and the flower vendor, a smiling, cheery old man with a shock of white hair and a slightly-bent back, raises a shaking, knobbly hand as thanks. She smiles and takes a breath of the tiger lilies' scent, feeling it surround her, and the smell is familiar but not, and a feeling of deja vu fills her, of knowing something she doesn't.
Balamb-grown tiger lilies are arguably the best of its species, she thinks to herself, arranging the fragrant blooms in a small, rounded bowl-like vase on her window. They brighten her room, adding a whimsy to an otherwise efficient and businesslike personality. She sits in the middle of her bed and just stares out the window, at the famous Balamb beach and the water and the sky and her flowers, blue and green and orange and she feels calm, and she remembers.
She knows nothing of her past, nothing at all. But sometimes, it's nice to make things up and pretend they're memories.
The only thing she remembers, for sure, is the scent of tiger lilies.
The smell of flowers surrounds her, envelops her, and Jun Kuroki is left alone to imagine a life before her time, to make up the story of her life as she sees fit.
Every spring, she buys flowers.
Balamb springs produce the best flowers, she has realized after years of trial-and-error. Balamb-grown blossoms have an innate radiance that isn't found anywhere else in the world, a fresh, unadulterated beauty that could amaze the Shumi, the masters of the Arts. Out of the various bouquets of Balamb-grown greenery, she chooses her "usual"----a small bunch of vivid, orange tiger lilies almost as big as her hand. She pays the usual 100 gil for the bunch and the flower vendor, a smiling, cheery old man with a shock of white hair and a slightly-bent back, raises a shaking, knobbly hand as thanks. She smiles and takes a breath of the tiger lilies' scent, feeling it surround her, and the smell is familiar but not, and a feeling of deja vu fills her, of knowing something she doesn't.
Balamb-grown tiger lilies are arguably the best of its species, she thinks to herself, arranging the fragrant blooms in a small, rounded bowl-like vase on her window. They brighten her room, adding a whimsy to an otherwise efficient and businesslike personality. She sits in the middle of her bed and just stares out the window, at the famous Balamb beach and the water and the sky and her flowers, blue and green and orange and she feels calm, and she remembers.
She knows nothing of her past, nothing at all. But sometimes, it's nice to make things up and pretend they're memories.
The only thing she remembers, for sure, is the scent of tiger lilies.
The smell of flowers surrounds her, envelops her, and Jun Kuroki is left alone to imagine a life before her time, to make up the story of her life as she sees fit.
