28-Nov-2004
Title: Water
Author: Natea
Challenge: #48 Mediums
Pairing: None.
Rating: G
Warnings: Heero pov fic.
Word count: 500
I like water.
There are people out there who would think it strange for me to admit to liking anything, let alone a colourless, odourless, bland liquid.
Nothing bland about it. If I move my glass just a fraction I can create a prism of colour across my desk, that's the magic for me.
Water is so much more than what it appears to be. You think you can see right through it, yet it hides one of the biggest secrets of all somewhere within itself; completely transparent but full of contradictions.
A giver of life, although that's not technically correct as it doesn't knowingly give anything. It simply is. There can be no existence without it yet experience too much of it at one time and it can snatch that life away quickly and without regret.
Too much of anything is not a good thing.
I like how easy it is to manipulate, and how hard it is to pin down. It surrounds us every day, in the air, in our very cells but it's impossible to hold it in your hand.
It was the first thing I met with during operation meteor. Even before I set foot on the Earth I have vague, disjointed memories of pulling myself through a medium so far removed from space that it could be its complementary opposite; so familiar too. Something that gave me the illusion of still being out there and weightless, so that my body was too heavy to even move when I finally reached the shore and all I could do was collapse.
Another contradiction perhaps.
Water is full of them.
I like that it is still and dark when it's deep; dangerous and cold and so blue - yet if you know how to move it, tilt it slightly in just the right way, it can become something giddy and light. It's fathomless and full of mystery. It's heavy, and yet strips the weight from a person to provide a lightness of movement that can only be compared to being in space. You may have to work harder to move through it but, unlike space, it is there to support you, protect you, and gives you a range of movements that you can only dream about on land.
It's a paradox.
I like that it has no identity and yet can be a part of anything and everything... everyone. I like that water cannot be destroyed. Even though its form may change, to ice, to steam, to clouds, rain and snow, to fluids inside of plants and animals, it will always come back to what it once was. It is, will be, and has always been.
I like that I can see a reflection of myself in that liquid. Am I arrogant for believing this? I like to think so.
Despite everything it experiences, all the changes it goes through, those both natural and forced upon it, it will be reborn, it will survive.
And so will I.
The End
(:./natea/water)
