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storypaint) wrote2009-01-11 12:35 am
storypaint) wrote2009-01-11 12:35 am
Timeless (Fujitaka/Nadeshiko)
Title: Timeless
Length: 190 words
Prompt: music meme: 13. "You're Timeless to Me," Hairspray soundtrack
Pairing: Fujitaka/Nadeshiko
Other: Post-canon.
Excerpt: He'd gotten used to not looking in mirrors, over the years, but he'd never quite found the impetus to remove the little shrine from the dining room.
He'd gotten used to not looking in mirrors, over the years, but he'd never quite found the impetus to remove the little shrine from the dining room. She was really dead, after all. It was... still right, somehow, though Nadeshiko always giggled when she saw him made obeisance to it. It was a beloved habit. He would never neglect her shrine.
"You look lovely today," he said to the woman hovering over his chair. Fujitaka set his place at table, and then one for her as well. She never ate, of course, but he thought it was polite.
"You are astonishingly handsome," she replied, an ephermeal hand stroking his hair. He blushed. Fujitaka wasn't one much for blushing, but he could never resist a compliment from his wife.
"So what did you do today?" she asked, settling herself into the chair across from him, and he told her. She laughed at his jokes and tossed her hand and neither of them thought about the fact that he was 65 and she would always be 29. They were in love, after all-- no boundaries.
Length: 190 words
Prompt: music meme: 13. "You're Timeless to Me," Hairspray soundtrack
Pairing: Fujitaka/Nadeshiko
Other: Post-canon.
Excerpt: He'd gotten used to not looking in mirrors, over the years, but he'd never quite found the impetus to remove the little shrine from the dining room.
He'd gotten used to not looking in mirrors, over the years, but he'd never quite found the impetus to remove the little shrine from the dining room. She was really dead, after all. It was... still right, somehow, though Nadeshiko always giggled when she saw him made obeisance to it. It was a beloved habit. He would never neglect her shrine.
"You look lovely today," he said to the woman hovering over his chair. Fujitaka set his place at table, and then one for her as well. She never ate, of course, but he thought it was polite.
"You are astonishingly handsome," she replied, an ephermeal hand stroking his hair. He blushed. Fujitaka wasn't one much for blushing, but he could never resist a compliment from his wife.
"So what did you do today?" she asked, settling herself into the chair across from him, and he told her. She laughed at his jokes and tossed her hand and neither of them thought about the fact that he was 65 and she would always be 29. They were in love, after all-- no boundaries.