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storypaint) wrote2009-10-30 09:21 am
storypaint) wrote2009-10-30 09:21 am
Spent (Clow/Yuuko)
Title: Spent
Fandom: xxxHOLiC
Length: 371 words
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31_days: 27 Oct 09 // I've squandered all these years
Pairing: Clow/Yuuko
Other: spoilers for ch182 as always.
Excerpt: So she treasured her vices and would not apologize for indulging them-- what was the use of time if you didn't make the most of it?
Time was never a particular concern of Yuuko, as aging was optional to someone as powerful as she. She knew she would die someday, because all things that lived did, but the thought didn't concern her. Better, she thought, to focus on the present, to act then (towards the future, yes, but that was never set in stone). So she treasured her vices and would not apologize for indulging them-- what was the use of time if you didn't make the most of it?
Though most of the magical community was as long-lived, there weren't many who approved of the Dimension Witch and her methods. Feared her, yes, sometimes. They said that she could read the future in the twining trails of smoke from her pipe, could hide the secrets of the worlds in her stoned ruby eyes, could drink her weight in alcohol (which wasn't technically magical, but pretty amazing all the same).
Clow's philosophy wasn't quite the same. He seemed to treasure each moment as if he expected no next breath. That didn't mean he couldn't be convinced to have fun; really, he had the most fun of anyone, or that was the impression he left.
But when he met her, he said, "I've squandered all these years without you," and she whacked him with her fan and said, "I wasn't made to entertain you." Nonetheless, she did, and he entertained her, and after a century or so they'd quite forgotten what it was like to spend all their time alone (in Yuuko's case) or in the company of created beings (in his).
"I've wasted all these years with you," she said, the day he left. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead, answering, "It's impossible to waste time."
"At least I managed to teach you something," she mumbled, shutting her eyes to better remember his lips soft against her skin.
"Yuuko-san?" Watanuki asked uncertainly, and she opened her eyes again, shaking ash out of her pipe and reaching for her cup.
"Nothing, Watanuki-kun, nothing," she answered, following with a plaintive request for snacks, and the memory passed, and so did the years.
And until her time ended for good, she lived. There was no wasted time.
Fandom: xxxHOLiC
Length: 371 words
Prompt:
31_days: 27 Oct 09 // I've squandered all these yearsPairing: Clow/Yuuko
Other: spoilers for ch182 as always.
Excerpt: So she treasured her vices and would not apologize for indulging them-- what was the use of time if you didn't make the most of it?
Time was never a particular concern of Yuuko, as aging was optional to someone as powerful as she. She knew she would die someday, because all things that lived did, but the thought didn't concern her. Better, she thought, to focus on the present, to act then (towards the future, yes, but that was never set in stone). So she treasured her vices and would not apologize for indulging them-- what was the use of time if you didn't make the most of it?
Though most of the magical community was as long-lived, there weren't many who approved of the Dimension Witch and her methods. Feared her, yes, sometimes. They said that she could read the future in the twining trails of smoke from her pipe, could hide the secrets of the worlds in her stoned ruby eyes, could drink her weight in alcohol (which wasn't technically magical, but pretty amazing all the same).
Clow's philosophy wasn't quite the same. He seemed to treasure each moment as if he expected no next breath. That didn't mean he couldn't be convinced to have fun; really, he had the most fun of anyone, or that was the impression he left.
But when he met her, he said, "I've squandered all these years without you," and she whacked him with her fan and said, "I wasn't made to entertain you." Nonetheless, she did, and he entertained her, and after a century or so they'd quite forgotten what it was like to spend all their time alone (in Yuuko's case) or in the company of created beings (in his).
"I've wasted all these years with you," she said, the day he left. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead, answering, "It's impossible to waste time."
"At least I managed to teach you something," she mumbled, shutting her eyes to better remember his lips soft against her skin.
"Yuuko-san?" Watanuki asked uncertainly, and she opened her eyes again, shaking ash out of her pipe and reaching for her cup.
"Nothing, Watanuki-kun, nothing," she answered, following with a plaintive request for snacks, and the memory passed, and so did the years.
And until her time ended for good, she lived. There was no wasted time.