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storypaint) wrote2009-04-20 03:57 pm
storypaint) wrote2009-04-20 03:57 pm
The Future as a Closed Book (Clow/Yuuko)
Title: The Future as a Closed Book
Length: 207 words
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
6_cocktails: 5. Block and Fall
Pairing: Clow/Yuuko
Other: n/a
Excerpt: She can't see her future so she didn't foresee the day he left.
You couldn't predict your own future; that was the taboo. No matter how powerful you were, or how good you were at foreseeing, your own future should be a closed book.
She doesn't understand it when Clow begins to dream about himself, so restless in the bed that he wakes her on accident, shifting and muttering. And in the morning, when he tells her what he'd seen, her breath catches in her throat.
It is just a little thing, and they are all only little things at first, but after a while she stops trying to surprise him with anything, because she can't. His physical vision becomes worse; he wears his glasses all the time, and they make him look old and weary, she thinks.
She can't see her future so she didn't foresee the day he left, leaving nothing but an apologetic note and his smell in her bed. She stares at the note until her vision blurs, his words playing over and over in her mind. Then she sighs, wipes her eyes, and puts it away somewhere safe.
She'll need those instructions when it's time to wake the Mokonas. And she'll want to read the rest of it sometime, when she gets lonely.
Length: 207 words
Prompt:
6_cocktails: 5. Block and FallPairing: Clow/Yuuko
Other: n/a
Excerpt: She can't see her future so she didn't foresee the day he left.
You couldn't predict your own future; that was the taboo. No matter how powerful you were, or how good you were at foreseeing, your own future should be a closed book.
She doesn't understand it when Clow begins to dream about himself, so restless in the bed that he wakes her on accident, shifting and muttering. And in the morning, when he tells her what he'd seen, her breath catches in her throat.
It is just a little thing, and they are all only little things at first, but after a while she stops trying to surprise him with anything, because she can't. His physical vision becomes worse; he wears his glasses all the time, and they make him look old and weary, she thinks.
She can't see her future so she didn't foresee the day he left, leaving nothing but an apologetic note and his smell in her bed. She stares at the note until her vision blurs, his words playing over and over in her mind. Then she sighs, wipes her eyes, and puts it away somewhere safe.
She'll need those instructions when it's time to wake the Mokonas. And she'll want to read the rest of it sometime, when she gets lonely.