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storypaint) wrote2009-01-10 10:15 pm
storypaint) wrote2009-01-10 10:15 pm
Normal (Syaoran/Sakura)
Title: Normal
Day/Theme: Oct 30 // normal again
Series: Cardcaptor Sakura
Character/Pairing: Sakura gen mostly; Syaoran/Sakura
Rating: G
Excerpt: So she navigated a normal life, magic behind her eyes, and she studied for tests and laughed with Tomoyo and tried to get used to quiet nights and dull days.
Normal meant getting eight hours of sleep, waking up late, dashing to school. Normal meant not having to hide stories from her friends, not having to model costumes for Tomoyo, not having to find excuses for Kero's rambunctious tendencies. Normal meant something Kinomoto Sakura hadn't experienced for a long time.
But normal it was, after Eriol left and then Syaoran, and she fell into a familiar routine, a waking dream, really. She did her homework, she teased Kero-chan, she argued with her brother and she remembered to do her chores, most of the time. Sometimes she would wake in the middle of the night, Clow's name on her lips, before she realized that the whole mess was done. The cards were in her name, the book was locked with a key she would always wear around her neck.
"I feel restless sometimes," she thought about saying to Tomoyo, but she didn't know if Tomoyo would understand. Tomoyo's normal was easier to manage. She hadn't fallen in love or fought for the lives of those around her. She had observed-- and she had been affected by observation, of course-- but it wasn't the same.
Syaoran knew. She wrote him letters every week, pushing hard with her pen as though she could drive her feelings out with the ink. His letters back were terse, short, somewhat awkward, but she could read his feelings between the lines.
She missed him. Maybe her normal wouldn't be true normal until he could come back to her-- if he ever could. They both worried about it, she knew, but never said.
So she navigated a normal life, magic behind her eyes, and she studied for tests and laughed with Tomoyo and tried to get used to quiet nights and dull days.
She woke on the thirty-first day of eighth grade, got dressed, and hurried out the door, late again. That was something that would never change. She rushed down the street with few thoughts in her head beside the science test she had second period and the party Tomoyo was having this weekend-- normal teenage concerns.
And then she felt magic in the air, and turned to see him, and knew nothing would be normal anymore.
It would be perfect.
Day/Theme: Oct 30 // normal again
Series: Cardcaptor Sakura
Character/Pairing: Sakura gen mostly; Syaoran/Sakura
Rating: G
Excerpt: So she navigated a normal life, magic behind her eyes, and she studied for tests and laughed with Tomoyo and tried to get used to quiet nights and dull days.
Normal meant getting eight hours of sleep, waking up late, dashing to school. Normal meant not having to hide stories from her friends, not having to model costumes for Tomoyo, not having to find excuses for Kero's rambunctious tendencies. Normal meant something Kinomoto Sakura hadn't experienced for a long time.
But normal it was, after Eriol left and then Syaoran, and she fell into a familiar routine, a waking dream, really. She did her homework, she teased Kero-chan, she argued with her brother and she remembered to do her chores, most of the time. Sometimes she would wake in the middle of the night, Clow's name on her lips, before she realized that the whole mess was done. The cards were in her name, the book was locked with a key she would always wear around her neck.
"I feel restless sometimes," she thought about saying to Tomoyo, but she didn't know if Tomoyo would understand. Tomoyo's normal was easier to manage. She hadn't fallen in love or fought for the lives of those around her. She had observed-- and she had been affected by observation, of course-- but it wasn't the same.
Syaoran knew. She wrote him letters every week, pushing hard with her pen as though she could drive her feelings out with the ink. His letters back were terse, short, somewhat awkward, but she could read his feelings between the lines.
She missed him. Maybe her normal wouldn't be true normal until he could come back to her-- if he ever could. They both worried about it, she knew, but never said.
So she navigated a normal life, magic behind her eyes, and she studied for tests and laughed with Tomoyo and tried to get used to quiet nights and dull days.
She woke on the thirty-first day of eighth grade, got dressed, and hurried out the door, late again. That was something that would never change. She rushed down the street with few thoughts in her head beside the science test she had second period and the party Tomoyo was having this weekend-- normal teenage concerns.
And then she felt magic in the air, and turned to see him, and knew nothing would be normal anymore.
It would be perfect.
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