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storypaint) wrote2009-05-22 04:05 pm
storypaint) wrote2009-05-22 04:05 pm
Another Meeting (Clow/Yuuko)
Title: Another Meeting
Length: 381
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
31_days: 2 May 09: 2. an old friend you just met
Pairing: Clow/Yuuko
Other: n/a
Excerpt: Clow was like an old friend she had just met. He reached down and kissed her hand, his lips soft and sudden and his eyes lidded, and she felt no problem smacking him for his impudence. He'd forgive her, had forgiven her, in dreams and thoughts and not in wishes, never in wishes.
Clow was like an old friend she had just met. He reached down and kissed her hand, his lips soft and sudden and his eyes lidded, and she felt no problem smacking him for his impudence. He'd forgive her, had forgiven her, in dreams and thoughts and not in wishes, never in wishes.
They'd met before, even though they hadn't.
*
Yuuko was six when she had the first dream. His glasses glittered and she reached out to touch, instinctively, but she couldn't reach.
"Not yet," he said, and laughed, and the dream vanished.
*
She was sixteen when she passed him on the street and didn't notice. She had always prided herself on her ability to see those with power, but she walked on by and it was Clow who stopped in the midst of afternoon traffic, who turned and watched her float by, her hair already down to her waist.
She didn't see his power, for the same reason that it's difficult to see the whole forest when you're standing in front of a single tree, but he saw hers, an aurora of violets and reds, and he just grinned as strangers grumbled and pushed past him.
*
There were twelve people who knew her as the Dimension Witch when he stepped into her shop for the first time. Four of them were just leaving, the rift between the dimensions screaming. She was contemplating the fact that they seemed to leave in fours, the fact that four was symbolic for death.
There were twelve people who had called her the Dimension Witch, but only four of them were still alive. The only part of their wishes that she could grant were the beginnings, after all. They had to make the endings themselves.
"They'll be all right," Clow said to her, and smiled. He reached for her hand and kissed it, so she smacked him.
You couldn't say they were the best of friends, nor the best of enemies. They didn't dare lay claim on each other, or trade anything further than those false names they had become accustomed to. They both knew the time was short.
They did what they had to do, so that the future would happen. Hitsuzen, she said, he said, no one said (because they knew).
Length: 381
Prompt:
31_days: 2 May 09: 2. an old friend you just metPairing: Clow/Yuuko
Other: n/a
Excerpt: Clow was like an old friend she had just met. He reached down and kissed her hand, his lips soft and sudden and his eyes lidded, and she felt no problem smacking him for his impudence. He'd forgive her, had forgiven her, in dreams and thoughts and not in wishes, never in wishes.
Clow was like an old friend she had just met. He reached down and kissed her hand, his lips soft and sudden and his eyes lidded, and she felt no problem smacking him for his impudence. He'd forgive her, had forgiven her, in dreams and thoughts and not in wishes, never in wishes.
They'd met before, even though they hadn't.
*
Yuuko was six when she had the first dream. His glasses glittered and she reached out to touch, instinctively, but she couldn't reach.
"Not yet," he said, and laughed, and the dream vanished.
*
She was sixteen when she passed him on the street and didn't notice. She had always prided herself on her ability to see those with power, but she walked on by and it was Clow who stopped in the midst of afternoon traffic, who turned and watched her float by, her hair already down to her waist.
She didn't see his power, for the same reason that it's difficult to see the whole forest when you're standing in front of a single tree, but he saw hers, an aurora of violets and reds, and he just grinned as strangers grumbled and pushed past him.
*
There were twelve people who knew her as the Dimension Witch when he stepped into her shop for the first time. Four of them were just leaving, the rift between the dimensions screaming. She was contemplating the fact that they seemed to leave in fours, the fact that four was symbolic for death.
There were twelve people who had called her the Dimension Witch, but only four of them were still alive. The only part of their wishes that she could grant were the beginnings, after all. They had to make the endings themselves.
"They'll be all right," Clow said to her, and smiled. He reached for her hand and kissed it, so she smacked him.
You couldn't say they were the best of friends, nor the best of enemies. They didn't dare lay claim on each other, or trade anything further than those false names they had become accustomed to. They both knew the time was short.
They did what they had to do, so that the future would happen. Hitsuzen, she said, he said, no one said (because they knew).