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Holy Night (Eriol/Sakura)
Title: Holy Night
Prompt: Christmas 2008 theme: Christmas is for lovers; Eriol/Sakura for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
andymere
Series: Cardcaptor Sakura
Character/Pairing: Eriol/Sakura; past Syaoran/Sakura; past Eriol/Kaho
Rating: PG for offscreen character deaths
Wordcount: 534 words
Excerpt: The fifth Christmas, Eriol strung mistletoe and they were all kissed several times over by Nakuru, even Yue, who had taken to spending time as Yukito in order to avoid the contact.
The first Christmas they spent together was the most difficult. There were ghosts in the room with them, two lovers who had grown old and passed on while the dark-haired man and the bright-eyed woman had remained the same. They had come together out of necessity, the last like them alive. They needed to know that they were real.
They exchanged gifts, as was the custom in England, where Eriol continued to live. They had a wonderful meal and played games with the guardians, and they both smiled until their faces hurt.
Midnight found Sakura in the music room, her back propped against the piano leg as if it were the only thing keeping her upright. Eriol sat down at the piano and began to play, quietly, as she cried.
Silent night, holy night.
*
The fifth Christmas, Eriol strung mistletoe and they were all kissed several times over by Nakuru, even Yue, who had taken to spending time as Yukito in order to avoid the contact.
Christmas Eve found Eriol and Sakura wrapping a few last minute gifts, like they did most Christmases. When they rose from the floor, stretching and yawning, Eriol stood in the doorway and took the brightly-wrapped packages out of Sakura's hands. Out of habit, she glanced around for Nakuru before stepping through herself. Eriol smiled in a familiar, mischievous way.
"Merry Christmas," he said, kissing her gently on the mouth. It shouldn't have been much-- shouldn't have been anything, really-- but there was something new in her eyes when he pulled away.
"Eriol?" she said hesitantly, and he'd turned abruptly and fled into the next room, where the firelight could hide his eyes behind his glasses.
*
The twelfth Christmas, Sakura woke with a touch of gray in her hair, and she spent a long time peering into the mirror, surprised. Eriol came up behind her and watched her brush her mostly-honey-brown locks in the mirror for a moment before hugging her from behind, kissing her absently on the corner of her shoulder and her neck.
"You're just as lovely," he said, and he was quite surprised when she turned around to face him, her eyes brimming with tears.
"Why am I aging now? Why not-- why not then?" she choked out, breaking free of his embrace and fleeing the room.
"I don't see the future anymore," he mumbled, troubled, before chasing after her, but Christmas that year was a strangely somber affair.
*
They married on Christmas Day, twenty years after she'd first shown up on his doorstep with young-old eyes at the mental age of seventy-five and the physical age of twenty-two. They needed no official; it would have been difficult to explain, in any case, that the birth certificates they had did not in fact belong to their grandparents (and Eriol's had been faked, in any case; might as well not open that can of worms).
Nakuru held a white orchid and holly bouquet for Sakura when she took Eriol's hands and then his name. They needed no mistletoe to have a reason for a kiss, and they had no need to dye the gray beginning to lighten their hair. They had each other.
Silent night, holy night.
Prompt: Christmas 2008 theme: Christmas is for lovers; Eriol/Sakura for
andymereSeries: Cardcaptor Sakura
Character/Pairing: Eriol/Sakura; past Syaoran/Sakura; past Eriol/Kaho
Rating: PG for offscreen character deaths
Wordcount: 534 words
Excerpt: The fifth Christmas, Eriol strung mistletoe and they were all kissed several times over by Nakuru, even Yue, who had taken to spending time as Yukito in order to avoid the contact.
The first Christmas they spent together was the most difficult. There were ghosts in the room with them, two lovers who had grown old and passed on while the dark-haired man and the bright-eyed woman had remained the same. They had come together out of necessity, the last like them alive. They needed to know that they were real.
They exchanged gifts, as was the custom in England, where Eriol continued to live. They had a wonderful meal and played games with the guardians, and they both smiled until their faces hurt.
Midnight found Sakura in the music room, her back propped against the piano leg as if it were the only thing keeping her upright. Eriol sat down at the piano and began to play, quietly, as she cried.
Silent night, holy night.
*
The fifth Christmas, Eriol strung mistletoe and they were all kissed several times over by Nakuru, even Yue, who had taken to spending time as Yukito in order to avoid the contact.
Christmas Eve found Eriol and Sakura wrapping a few last minute gifts, like they did most Christmases. When they rose from the floor, stretching and yawning, Eriol stood in the doorway and took the brightly-wrapped packages out of Sakura's hands. Out of habit, she glanced around for Nakuru before stepping through herself. Eriol smiled in a familiar, mischievous way.
"Merry Christmas," he said, kissing her gently on the mouth. It shouldn't have been much-- shouldn't have been anything, really-- but there was something new in her eyes when he pulled away.
"Eriol?" she said hesitantly, and he'd turned abruptly and fled into the next room, where the firelight could hide his eyes behind his glasses.
*
The twelfth Christmas, Sakura woke with a touch of gray in her hair, and she spent a long time peering into the mirror, surprised. Eriol came up behind her and watched her brush her mostly-honey-brown locks in the mirror for a moment before hugging her from behind, kissing her absently on the corner of her shoulder and her neck.
"You're just as lovely," he said, and he was quite surprised when she turned around to face him, her eyes brimming with tears.
"Why am I aging now? Why not-- why not then?" she choked out, breaking free of his embrace and fleeing the room.
"I don't see the future anymore," he mumbled, troubled, before chasing after her, but Christmas that year was a strangely somber affair.
*
They married on Christmas Day, twenty years after she'd first shown up on his doorstep with young-old eyes at the mental age of seventy-five and the physical age of twenty-two. They needed no official; it would have been difficult to explain, in any case, that the birth certificates they had did not in fact belong to their grandparents (and Eriol's had been faked, in any case; might as well not open that can of worms).
Nakuru held a white orchid and holly bouquet for Sakura when she took Eriol's hands and then his name. They needed no mistletoe to have a reason for a kiss, and they had no need to dye the gray beginning to lighten their hair. They had each other.
Silent night, holy night.