La Guerrera del tiempo by Starsea

memorias de infancia

Theme: Velvet

Sometimes, when she was tying Hotaru's hair back, Setsuna remembered. She remembered her abuela's hands, carefully brushing and combing her hair, then pulling it back and, finally, tying it up with velvet ribbons. The velvet would be cerise to go with her eyes, or silver-green for a nice contrast with her hair and she would take one of the tails between her fingers and stroke it as she swayed to the music. The ribbons would fly around as she danced and she would see them out of the corner of her eye, the softness of the velvet brushing against her cheeks and shoulders.

When she was older, they threaded the ribbons around the hem of her dress, tied them around her wrists. The velvet was a friend and a lover at the same time, stroking her skin, reassuring her no matter how embarrassing the situation, no matter how awkward she felt. It was no wonder that velvet became her favourite fabric, above silk or satin or any of those slippery materials that slid over the skin like water and left no impression whatsoever. Velvet was solid and retained perfume; it glowed with rich colours and it was perfect for a curvaceous figure.

Now Setsuna picked some purple ribbons and tied Hotaru's hair back. The velvet whispered against her fingertips and she smiled a little. When she had finished, Hotaru turned her head from side to side, then took one of the tails through her fingers. "Soft," she said, and she turned around and smiled at her mother.


Title: Memories of Childhood
Abuela: Grandmother

DISCLAIMER: I own neither of these wonderful women, they both belong to Naoko Takeuchi.

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