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storypaint) wrote2009-07-26 12:54 am
storypaint) wrote2009-07-26 12:54 am
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Isthmus (Yuuko gen)
Title: Isthmus
Fandom: xxxHOLiC
Length: 346 words
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
clampanonmeme: Yuuko/Maro/Moro.
Pairing: slight Clow/Yuuko; Yuuko gen
Other: n/a
Excerpt: She named them Marudashi and Morodashi, because she thought it was funny and he wouldn't have been amused.
"No man is an island, entire of itself... any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee." -John Donne
Clow made notes on scraps of paper, the backs of paper bags, the margins of old books. He was organized in a way that only those who worked alone could be: he remembered where everything was, but no one else could hope to find it.
She was finding things for years after he left, tucked as bookmarks into cheap romance novels and into vases in the storage room. It was like some demented treasure hunt he'd set up before his death. She threw everything into a box on a high shelf, because sometimes the alcohol didn't stop the burn.
One afternoon she pulled it out and sorted through it. Here were the first sketches of the Mokona (the date scratched into the corner was six months before they'd met). Here was a humorous poem that lost most of its effect translated out of Chinese. Scraps, ditties, random thoughts, but there was enough there for her to piece together what she needed. She knew some of it already, after all; it just had to be reworked for her own style of magic.
She named them Marudashi and Morodashi, because she thought it was funny and he wouldn't have been amused. She crafted them as part of the shop, knowing the limitations that would have, but her magic was a measured thing now, and she wanted to incur as little debt as possible.
It would be wrong to say that Yuuko needed someone to take care of her. After all, she'd managed before Clow and she would manage until Watanuki. This was different. She'd always thought of Cerberus and Yue as partial cures for his loneliness. She'd never expected to turn around and do the same thing.
Maru and Moro. They weaved flowers into her hair and rested in her lap. They told her silly stories and she dressed them up like dolls.
Created or not, she loved her children. Watanuki would too, she thought, over early protests. The magic was really a very small price to pay.
Fandom: xxxHOLiC
Length: 346 words
Prompt:
clampanonmeme: Yuuko/Maro/Moro.Pairing: slight Clow/Yuuko; Yuuko gen
Other: n/a
Excerpt: She named them Marudashi and Morodashi, because she thought it was funny and he wouldn't have been amused.
"No man is an island, entire of itself... any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee." -John Donne
Clow made notes on scraps of paper, the backs of paper bags, the margins of old books. He was organized in a way that only those who worked alone could be: he remembered where everything was, but no one else could hope to find it.
She was finding things for years after he left, tucked as bookmarks into cheap romance novels and into vases in the storage room. It was like some demented treasure hunt he'd set up before his death. She threw everything into a box on a high shelf, because sometimes the alcohol didn't stop the burn.
One afternoon she pulled it out and sorted through it. Here were the first sketches of the Mokona (the date scratched into the corner was six months before they'd met). Here was a humorous poem that lost most of its effect translated out of Chinese. Scraps, ditties, random thoughts, but there was enough there for her to piece together what she needed. She knew some of it already, after all; it just had to be reworked for her own style of magic.
She named them Marudashi and Morodashi, because she thought it was funny and he wouldn't have been amused. She crafted them as part of the shop, knowing the limitations that would have, but her magic was a measured thing now, and she wanted to incur as little debt as possible.
It would be wrong to say that Yuuko needed someone to take care of her. After all, she'd managed before Clow and she would manage until Watanuki. This was different. She'd always thought of Cerberus and Yue as partial cures for his loneliness. She'd never expected to turn around and do the same thing.
Maru and Moro. They weaved flowers into her hair and rested in her lap. They told her silly stories and she dressed them up like dolls.
Created or not, she loved her children. Watanuki would too, she thought, over early protests. The magic was really a very small price to pay.