Random stuff (plot generator)

Aysana~

Holy shit this is heavy :) remember I did not write this, I typed random shit into a website.

There was a woman standing at the water's edge.

Ayano, a melancholy girl rapidly approaching womanhood, stood alone on the beach, gazing over theaquamarine water with her achingslate crystals. Her sable hair dancedlightly in the ocean breeze. She tried to deny the stirrings in her heart as shediscreetly patted at her sheathed dagger. She wore a heterochromaticshirt that left her healthily color-touched alabaster arms bare andcinerescent shorts that looked comfortable and easy to wear. Herpitch-dark hair was bound back from her face, complementing her hollowfuchsia-flushed fair visage. She stood, awaiting her love.

It must have been fate in mortal form that brought them together. She knew from the moment she laid eyes on her that they were meant to be. From then on, Ayano was sometimes needy and close, but then suddenly cold and fearful. Osana tried her best to hide her pain, but it was plain in her pools. That was how it was to this very day.

Ayano's dusky crystals spotted Osana further down on the beach, closer to the roaring sea. Her lovely peach hair was tied on either side of her head. Her windows to her soul were turned toward the ocean, hidden from Ayano's sight, but she knew and loved their seraphic flaming hue. She was dressedin her usual everyday clothes. Her skin was pale and her form was slight. As Ayano drew nearer, she caught a note of Osana's familiar perfume: a sweet, rich lavender. Her spheres softened. It always reminded her of the time they shared. "Tsuntsun," she called, walking towards her.

She turned around. A smile slowly made its way across her face. "Baka. You came."

Ayano shrugged and said only, "Let's go." They began their leisurely walk along the ocean's edge.

Ayano never said much on their dates, never showed much emotion. It was just how she was. She thought that by now Osana might be used to it, so it surprised her when she turned around on her and insisted, "Baka... do you truly enjoy these dates?"

Caught off guard, she took a moment to simply stare at Osana and herimmaculate globes filled with French vermillion worry. In measured tones, Ayano replied, "I go with you on them. Don't I?"

That answer seemed to chill Osana. She furrowed her eyebrows and murmured, "But..." and could say nothing else, letting that word hang there until Ayano started to walk again, and Osana followed her lead and walked beside her. After a few moments, Osana said quietly, "I enjoy them. Yet, if you don't, I don't want to force you."

"I'm fine," Ayano said firmly. Yet in truth she was far from fine. She was not supposed to be involved like this and never good enough. It haunted her deep down, filled her lungs with aching humors, tormented her in the night until she woke to the silent dark. Her only solace was that Osana did not yet know -- and that being so, she would continue to pretend that she was not broken.

"If you say so," Osana relented. Osana laid a soft hand on Ayano's arm and Ayano let it stay there, warm and comforting to the pain in her soul.

After a few moments, they found themselves walking down the beach again. Endlessly, Ayano was haunted by her principles, until lately held dear, -- but she resolved to battle it alone, as she had all her life. Osana could not know. No one could. It was her burden alone to bear.

All the same, Osana seemed to notice. She looked at Ayano cautiously for a moment before murmuring, "Ayano? Is... something wrong?"

"Osana... it's..."

And at that moment everything came together, all of the magic and the hurt that had been building that day, and she locked her windows to her soulwith hers and whispered, "You can tell me."

It was like a floodgate burst, or some barrier of fear had been struck down. Ayano shook her head and everything came out at once. "It's just... this isn't right, Osana. I love you... truly, I do. But I shouldn't be with someone like this. It's, it's not what I was taught... -- no. What I believe. I don't mean to hurt you. I know it burns. It burns, for me too. That's... that's why I won't leave you. But still, I feel such guilt...." 

Osana listened silently and solemnly. At last, when all the words had left Ayano and she was at a loss for words, Osana reached out to her and took a deep breath to whisper back, "Ayano... I... I don't know what it's like, to live with your principles, until lately held dear,... but... I'm sorry, Ayano. I wish... I wish I could help." Ayano's eyes began to burn, and she abruptly pulled Osana into a fierce embrace. Osana's orbs widened at first, but then she too felt overwhelmed by emotion and succumbed to the warmth of Ayano's touch.

"You," Ayano whispered, her breath hot on Osana's ear. "As long as you're here,I... I can make it." They held each other as tears trickled down cheeks and dripped onto the shifting sands to be carried away into the sea. With time and soothing embraces, their pain dissipated into a mist swept out by the ocean breeze and into the setting sun. 

They basked in each other's quiet companionship for a few moments. 

"The sunset is so beautiful, isn't it?"

Ayano lifted her head at Osana's words to behold the dying sun's terra radiance. "Mm."

After a moment of silence, Osana took Ayano's hands in hers and said quietly and seriously, "Ayano... I need to tell you how much you mean to me. How special you are to me. Without you, I would be the sea without the moon -- the moon without the sun -- You are irreplaceable to me."

"Osana," she intoned in response. "I'm... I'm not that special."

"You are," Osana insisted, sounding almost hurt. "I'm not lying."

"I don't mean to say you're lying. Just that... never mind. Osana... you're... precious to me as well."

"Baka... Let's be together forever, then." Osana squeezed Ayano's hand and sidled closer.

Ayano sighed with contentment and brought Osana closer. She gazed at the beautiful aurulent rays of the falling sun, thinking about everything that had transpired on this day and all that would pass between them.

"I love you, Osana."

"I love you too, Ayano."

Their lips met, and ebon strands metFrench vermillion ones, aflame in the dying light. The sand was their witness and the rumbling ocean their approving audience, and Osana, her eternally faithful lover. Ayano thought to herself that nothing had ever been so perfect for her as this. 

:3 that was cute.