Holler Me Home by The Norrington

In Spite

It was so easy to take her at face value.  To write her off as just another human girl.  She was loud, some times annoying, and always far too modest.  She reeked of mortality, and to him, she was as fragile as paper.  He remembered when he first saw her, standing with his half brother.  How easily he had dismissed her!  How quickly he forgot her, even after she had pulled the Tetsusaiga from it's pedestal.  She had been nothing.

So when had he begun to notice the scent of her hair?  When had he first seen the compassion she held, and the strength she hid so well?  He wondered when he had first noticed the power pumping through her veins, beneath her weak human skin.  He had, at some point, realized that she was a tarn, deep and blue and mysterious.

What baffled him most, however, is trying to recall when he first wanted to kiss her.  

He should not have wanted too.  They were so very different.  She would wilt like a flower while he was a mountain in time.  She was blunt and he was sharp.  She was pure and he was darkness.  

Yet that changed nothing.  In spite of all their differences...

When she smiled at him, or when she bit her lip in thought, or even when she was just staring off into space, he wanted to kiss her.  His eyes narrowed in anticipation; he wagered she would taste like sweet.

Soon.  Soon.

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A/N:  This is for Avadrea's Oddities Challenge, and the prompt was Tarn.  (She gave me a head's up!)  Also, I know I didn't update For The West today, but I will tomorrow for sure.  1/18/13