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storypaint) wrote2009-12-04 12:02 pm
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Made with Care (Watanuki/Himawari)
Title: Made with Care
Fandom: xxxHOLiC
Length: 255 words
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
clampanonmeme: Watanuki/Himawari, cooking.
Pairing: Watanuki/Himawari
Other: Set way back when.
Excerpt: Watanuki liked to cook, but he only ever cooked for people that he liked. Or felt that he was obligated to, he would add, but it wasn't long before all of the people he was obligated to were people that he liked, even if he wouldn't admit it.
Watanuki loved with food. Cooking was his domain and his expertise. And there were many who could say that, but not very many who used it as a weapon, as a defense, as an expression of commitment.
Watanuki liked to cook, but he only ever cooked for people that he liked. Or felt that he was obligated to, he would add, but it wasn't long before all of the people he was obligated to were people that he liked, even if he wouldn't admit it.
He wooed Himawari with food, not realizing that she liked him simply because he wanted to be her friend. He spent time on chocolates and lunches, dreaming of a time when he would dare to feed her by hand, of romance where there could be none.
And Himawari repaid him in food purchased from the store, because she liked him too, and no one deserved to die for her sake.
Even if he would. Especially since he would.
"That was a wonderful meal," she told him every day, brightly. His smile lit up the whole world.
"I'll make something special tomorrow," he promised, attempting to ignore Doumeki's orders (which were always special; sometimes Himawari thought he asked for difficult things because Watanuki's flailing amused him, but it was always hard to tell with Doumeki).
"It's always special," she answered, with similar smile, and it was true. She could feel the way that Watanuki cared for her in what he made.
The chiffon cake was the most delicious thing she ever tasted.
Fandom: xxxHOLiC
Length: 255 words
Prompt:
clampanonmeme: Watanuki/Himawari, cooking.Pairing: Watanuki/Himawari
Other: Set way back when.
Excerpt: Watanuki liked to cook, but he only ever cooked for people that he liked. Or felt that he was obligated to, he would add, but it wasn't long before all of the people he was obligated to were people that he liked, even if he wouldn't admit it.
Watanuki loved with food. Cooking was his domain and his expertise. And there were many who could say that, but not very many who used it as a weapon, as a defense, as an expression of commitment.
Watanuki liked to cook, but he only ever cooked for people that he liked. Or felt that he was obligated to, he would add, but it wasn't long before all of the people he was obligated to were people that he liked, even if he wouldn't admit it.
He wooed Himawari with food, not realizing that she liked him simply because he wanted to be her friend. He spent time on chocolates and lunches, dreaming of a time when he would dare to feed her by hand, of romance where there could be none.
And Himawari repaid him in food purchased from the store, because she liked him too, and no one deserved to die for her sake.
Even if he would. Especially since he would.
"That was a wonderful meal," she told him every day, brightly. His smile lit up the whole world.
"I'll make something special tomorrow," he promised, attempting to ignore Doumeki's orders (which were always special; sometimes Himawari thought he asked for difficult things because Watanuki's flailing amused him, but it was always hard to tell with Doumeki).
"It's always special," she answered, with similar smile, and it was true. She could feel the way that Watanuki cared for her in what he made.
The chiffon cake was the most delicious thing she ever tasted.