... no, not that L. Sadface. Although we've discussed at length the resemblances between the two characters.Title:
Revolutionary Girl UtenaCharacters:
Anthy and Utena, directly after Episode 33
Utena pauses several times during breakfast to stretch in her seat like a well-fed cat. It would have been so much simpler if it were genuinely smug satisfaction written all her face, but Anthy knows better than to attach such petty triumphs to her "champion," who, if last night registered clearly at at all in the fog of her mind, probably viewed it as another workout
. She applies her knife to the ends of each flower stem, tapering the ends, and remarks aloud, "You were home late last night, Utena
-sama. Did you have a pleasant evening?"
The first rose that she slips into the water, which it drinks eagerly, is only a shade redder than the blush that spreads across Utena's face like blood over sheets. "It was... I hope you weren't worried?"
"Not at all. I knew that I could trust you." That she could trust her to do what she believes is her duty, especially when, in her eyes, her duty involves carrying a token from her lady to their prince.
"Are those flowers for him, too?"
"No." The edge of the knife flashes against the stem of a sunset-colored bloom, which joins the red and green roses in the vase between them. "These are for us."
"Oh." Her blue eyes widen and she grabs her napkin. "Himemiya - your hand."
Anthy looks. The drops of blood fall into the vase, become puffs of red smoke into the water, and vanish. "I'm fine, Utena-sama
," and she's no longer sure whether or not it's a lie.
Entry in my Blogathon venture for Amnesty International. We're now at $144.90. Please sponsor me!