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purplekitteTitle: Giving Away
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purplekitte
Theme: Post-series--Leather
Genre: General
Version: Anime
Rating: PG
Like most young girls, Jade had liked to go through her mother’s closet and play dress-up.
Her silk nightgowns were fun because they felt nice against her skin. Her dresses were just too large and Jade hadn’t wanted to mess them up.
Most of what her mother owned was silk or leather. Jade had finally realized she was only minimally interested in either, for herself. She had long ago found her mother’s oldest box, full of long brown skirts and ugly flight jackets, and she loved to stick her face in there because it smelled more like her mother than anything else.
Her mother was always giving her gifts. Jade gave most of them away. Her mother knew, bur had never shown any sign of minding or only giving her daughter things she wanted, so Jade didn’t feel bad about it. Finding the right person to pass on gifts to had been a game she had liked as she got older.
Of the clothes, silk dresses either went into her closet for formal occasions a uniform wouldn’t do at or to her fellow Senshi in Crystal Tokyo. Things made of leather were easy--Mia (preferably when Naru-san’s back was turned, even if she didn’t try to stop her daughter from wearing what she wanted after it was in her possession). Weaponry went straight to Aventurine.
There was one leather jacket Jade kept. It was a gift from Mahana-obasan and Mizuho-obasan, not her mother. She had never said aloud that she knew about the gangster-cut formal trench coat at the bottom of her mother’s trunk that it was patterned after. Even if she hadn’t wanted it, it was made for her and no one else.
The only thing she ever gave away compulsively was her lighter. Her mother had given her it specially, bequeathed it to her and Jade had hardly walked a black before it started to itch in her hand. She was a plant mage for gods’ sake. It was perfectly understandable she had practically thrown the thing at Loran, even though she knew the water-worker had no interest in it.
She saw Nagare with the lighter now and knew it had been meant to Ryo-sama’s daughter (like it had been meant for her mother and not for her). She was glad it was where it was supposed to be, even without her help.
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purplekitteTheme: Post-series--Leather
Genre: General
Version: Anime
Rating: PG
Like most young girls, Jade had liked to go through her mother’s closet and play dress-up.
Her silk nightgowns were fun because they felt nice against her skin. Her dresses were just too large and Jade hadn’t wanted to mess them up.
Most of what her mother owned was silk or leather. Jade had finally realized she was only minimally interested in either, for herself. She had long ago found her mother’s oldest box, full of long brown skirts and ugly flight jackets, and she loved to stick her face in there because it smelled more like her mother than anything else.
Her mother was always giving her gifts. Jade gave most of them away. Her mother knew, bur had never shown any sign of minding or only giving her daughter things she wanted, so Jade didn’t feel bad about it. Finding the right person to pass on gifts to had been a game she had liked as she got older.
Of the clothes, silk dresses either went into her closet for formal occasions a uniform wouldn’t do at or to her fellow Senshi in Crystal Tokyo. Things made of leather were easy--Mia (preferably when Naru-san’s back was turned, even if she didn’t try to stop her daughter from wearing what she wanted after it was in her possession). Weaponry went straight to Aventurine.
There was one leather jacket Jade kept. It was a gift from Mahana-obasan and Mizuho-obasan, not her mother. She had never said aloud that she knew about the gangster-cut formal trench coat at the bottom of her mother’s trunk that it was patterned after. Even if she hadn’t wanted it, it was made for her and no one else.
The only thing she ever gave away compulsively was her lighter. Her mother had given her it specially, bequeathed it to her and Jade had hardly walked a black before it started to itch in her hand. She was a plant mage for gods’ sake. It was perfectly understandable she had practically thrown the thing at Loran, even though she knew the water-worker had no interest in it.
She saw Nagare with the lighter now and knew it had been meant to Ryo-sama’s daughter (like it had been meant for her mother and not for her). She was glad it was where it was supposed to be, even without her help.
