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storypaint) wrote2009-02-12 08:51 pm
storypaint) wrote2009-02-12 08:51 pm
Snowflake Poets (Eriol/Kaho)
Title: Snowflake Poets
Length: 601 words
Prompt: 23. 'tis hard I should go darkling
Series: Cardcaptor Sakura
Pairing: Hiiragizawa family gen; some Eriol/Kaho
Other: n/a
Excerpt: She turned around, kicking up snow with her bright purple boots, and she puffed up her cheeks, pouting. "You always say the strangest things, Suppi!"
"Nay, mother, while my sister trims her lamp / 'Tis hard I should go darkling," Spinel said thoughtfully, balancing neatly on Eriol's shoulder. His master knew that he'd been reading Shelley again, and grinned. Nakuru paused in her exaggerated struggle through the snow to call out to her brother.
"What does that mean?"
She turned around, kicking up snow with her bright purple boots, and she puffed up her cheeks, pouting. "You always say the strangest things, Suppi!"
"My name...," he began, and then sighed, sharing a glance with Eriol. Eriol didn't shrug, since his companion was, after all, occupying his shoulder, but he lifted his eyebrows in equivalent. It was an old argument and would continue long after their deaths.
"It's from a play," Eriol told her, and she raised a hand dismissively.
"Is there anything you haven't read?"
Kaho laughed, then, her giggle as musical as bright sleigh bells. "And who could read everything in the world, Nakuru?" she asked easily. She was wearing white on this family excursion into a snowy world, and she blended into the landscape, her bright hair the only interruption. She tugged at a white glove while she waited for Nakuru to answer, and then took Eriol's hand again.
"If anyone could, Suppi could!" Nakuru declared confidently, turning back around to continue blazing a trail. She jumped up and enjoyed the way her boots sunk into the accumulated snow for a moment before bolting around again.
"We should all make snow angels!" she said, falling to the ground on her back without waiting for an answer, and soon there was a Nakuru-shaped angel marring the snow on the side of the path. She sprang up and admired her creation for a moment before pushing Eriol playfully. He smiled and let himself fall, the snow cushioning the impact, and he glanced up into the cloudy white sky, enjoying the view and the quiet, if not the sudden cold on his neck. He spread his arms and legs and made a snow angel of his own.
Sensibly, when he saw Nakuru approaching, Spinel had risen from his perch and floated into the air, and he watched his master, somewhat bemused. Most of the time, Eriol was like he was, himself-- serious, thoughtful, literary. And then sometimes he was like Nakuru-- impulsive and silly. He never understood the master when he was like this, but he indulged him in it.
"Suppi!" Nakuru yelled, jumping up and grabbing him out of the air. Before he could protest they were rolling in the snow, Nakuru pressing his small form to her chest, and it was cold and wet. This would not do. He shifted in a flash of light and pinned her under his true form.
"Hey!" she protested, and the edge of a smile crossed his face. He leaned forward and licked her cheek with a scratchy cat tongue and she laughed.
"Are you coming down here?" Eriol asked Kaho in a mock-serious tone, without rising from his snow angel, and she did, taking his hand and making an angel of her own. She sat up and shook the snow out of her hair, watching Spinelsun and Nakuru play, Spinel's wide paws a little more suited to the environment than his false form's had been. He let Nakuru up and immediately she was brushing snow along his back, and he whipped her with his tail, and fake-growled, which made her laugh again.
Later, there would be hot chocolate, blankets, dry clothing, but now the snow was enough for their amusement.
Length: 601 words
Prompt: 23. 'tis hard I should go darkling
Series: Cardcaptor Sakura
Pairing: Hiiragizawa family gen; some Eriol/Kaho
Other: n/a
Excerpt: She turned around, kicking up snow with her bright purple boots, and she puffed up her cheeks, pouting. "You always say the strangest things, Suppi!"
"Nay, mother, while my sister trims her lamp / 'Tis hard I should go darkling," Spinel said thoughtfully, balancing neatly on Eriol's shoulder. His master knew that he'd been reading Shelley again, and grinned. Nakuru paused in her exaggerated struggle through the snow to call out to her brother.
"What does that mean?"
She turned around, kicking up snow with her bright purple boots, and she puffed up her cheeks, pouting. "You always say the strangest things, Suppi!"
"My name...," he began, and then sighed, sharing a glance with Eriol. Eriol didn't shrug, since his companion was, after all, occupying his shoulder, but he lifted his eyebrows in equivalent. It was an old argument and would continue long after their deaths.
"It's from a play," Eriol told her, and she raised a hand dismissively.
"Is there anything you haven't read?"
Kaho laughed, then, her giggle as musical as bright sleigh bells. "And who could read everything in the world, Nakuru?" she asked easily. She was wearing white on this family excursion into a snowy world, and she blended into the landscape, her bright hair the only interruption. She tugged at a white glove while she waited for Nakuru to answer, and then took Eriol's hand again.
"If anyone could, Suppi could!" Nakuru declared confidently, turning back around to continue blazing a trail. She jumped up and enjoyed the way her boots sunk into the accumulated snow for a moment before bolting around again.
"We should all make snow angels!" she said, falling to the ground on her back without waiting for an answer, and soon there was a Nakuru-shaped angel marring the snow on the side of the path. She sprang up and admired her creation for a moment before pushing Eriol playfully. He smiled and let himself fall, the snow cushioning the impact, and he glanced up into the cloudy white sky, enjoying the view and the quiet, if not the sudden cold on his neck. He spread his arms and legs and made a snow angel of his own.
Sensibly, when he saw Nakuru approaching, Spinel had risen from his perch and floated into the air, and he watched his master, somewhat bemused. Most of the time, Eriol was like he was, himself-- serious, thoughtful, literary. And then sometimes he was like Nakuru-- impulsive and silly. He never understood the master when he was like this, but he indulged him in it.
"Suppi!" Nakuru yelled, jumping up and grabbing him out of the air. Before he could protest they were rolling in the snow, Nakuru pressing his small form to her chest, and it was cold and wet. This would not do. He shifted in a flash of light and pinned her under his true form.
"Hey!" she protested, and the edge of a smile crossed his face. He leaned forward and licked her cheek with a scratchy cat tongue and she laughed.
"Are you coming down here?" Eriol asked Kaho in a mock-serious tone, without rising from his snow angel, and she did, taking his hand and making an angel of her own. She sat up and shook the snow out of her hair, watching Spinelsun and Nakuru play, Spinel's wide paws a little more suited to the environment than his false form's had been. He let Nakuru up and immediately she was brushing snow along his back, and he whipped her with his tail, and fake-growled, which made her laugh again.
Later, there would be hot chocolate, blankets, dry clothing, but now the snow was enough for their amusement.