Haku

He kisses her hair, tasting her scent.

Of spring; of tea leaves and baths.

Of blooming roses, and of ripe berries.

Sweet, innocent and lasting.

The wind chime tinkled from behind.

She laughs, feeling his touch.

The subtle, almost unfelt graze of his lips.

Against her locks.

Against every strand.

Her shoes kicked off, allowing the wind

To caress her naked feet.

The warmth of the boy behind her,

Enveloping, embracing,

Guarding, Protecting.

The warmth of her White Dragon.

Her Haku.

And Love was there, together

With the wind, and the tinkle of Spring

So that they forget his curse

And their inescapable destiny.

But for now,

Let them be.

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Written for an anime... for a masterpiece.