A/N: A NejiHina drabble that just kind of attacked me out of
"Bird In the Hand"
Bird. Hand. Bird. Hand.
Her eyes are beautiful and pale, like the bird, like her hands.
And you can't tear your own away.
You could look beneath her clothes. You could tear ioff/i
her clothes. You could tear them off and shove her down and
take everything you want.
Because you can't take the fact that she is heir and you are
not. And you can't take her feelings for that idiot and make
them be for you.
But you still want her to love you.
She smiles at you and lets it fly away.
* ende *
. : the bird in the hand and the bird in the air : .