deemoyza | Carpe Diem Challenge

Monday's child is fair of face
Create: Produce something that focuses on appearance (of a person, a thing, a place etc). Focus on describing and depicting the detail, or the overall impression. It doesn't have to be about beauty or attractiveness in any traditional sense, but whatever it is that is compelling, unique, impressive about the person, thing, place etc. Whilst this prompt is very visual, you can also focus on a non visual aspect of how someone/something appears, the first impression, the feeling, the atmosphere, the striking feature.

Squee: Share something beautiful, compelling, unique, impressive that everyone should see/experience. It could be a picspam of that drop dead gorgeous person, it could be your favourite painting, or a place you think everyone should have on their bucket list to visit before they die or something else entirely.

Create: I offer you an absolutely sap-tastic Transistor minific, below the cut.

Perhaps seeing an audience devolve into a mob in front of her eyes had changed Red's definition of the term, but, despite her manager's insistence to the contrary, she never saw Auden as "dangerous." A bit rough around the edges, perhaps, with a scar running across the bridge of his nose and another bisecting his left eyebrow, and definitely intimidating by size alone, but the way he'd walked into the interview room with hunched shoulders and an uncertain grin, he looked much more lost than threatening.

And when he demonstrated how he would extricate Red from a dangerous scenario, she knew from his touch that she was right. Callused hands on her arm and her back, firm but careful and oh, so warm, guided her away from the hypothetical problem, taking care not to rush her shorter stride.

He shook her hand again before he left, and she wished for all the world she could hold onto it a bit longer. As the door shut behind him, Red turned to her manager with a sigh. "He's the one, Gus," she said.

Gus was not convinced. "Don't be so hasty. We have five more applicants."

"Fine, bring them in." She rubbed her arm lightly where Auden's hand had been. "But I'm telling you, he's the one."

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It would be quite some time before she felt those hands again, without the precautionary wraps between his skin and hers, but when she did, their warmth and texture were a gift, a symbol of trust, of friendship, of love. And now, she laced her fingers through his and watched his chest rise and fall in the green glow of a Cloudbank night before leaning over and brushing her lips lightly over his eyebrow scar. His eyelids twitched in response, and she rested her head on his shoulder and molded her body into his, still holding his hand.

She recalled her words from the first time she'd met Auden, and marveled at how easily they'd transcended their professional context to bring her such personal joy. Just as there'd been more applicants, there were many men in Cloudbank, who she didn't ever need to meet , because the one sleeping beside her was most definitely, still--and always--the one.

Squee: Here's a picture of the "Infinity Mirrored Room" by Yayoi Kusama. It is truly an ethereal experience. You step into a small booth and the door closes behind you, then the lights turn on, and for a short time (the limit was 45 seconds at this installation), you're transported to another world, or perhaps, another sky. Breathtakingly beautiful. I'd see this again in a heartbeat, if I ever got the chance.