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[Cardcaptor Sakura] Something Blue (Tomoyo/Sakura)
Title: Something Blue
Fandom: Cardcaptor Sakura
Length: 680 words
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
18coda: ostinato
Pairing: Tomoyo/Sakura; Syaoran/Sakura
Other: n/a
Excerpt: Tomoyo stole a kiss from her love the day she married. The day, that is, that her love was married.
Tomoyo stole a kiss from her love the day she married. The day, that is, that her love was married. Tomoyo helped Syaoran write his proposal speech (which he promptly forgot the moment he wanted to pop the question), helped Sakura pick out a wedding set, booked the reception hall, made the bride's dress and all of the bridesmaids' dresses as well, and cried a lot when she was alone.
She set her camera on a tripod and helped Sakura get dressed, mourning every time she brushed the girl's milky skin that today was the last day she would ever help Sakura dress or put her in one of the outfits that had eventually made her famous as a designer (though she had all of the originals at home in a special closet, preserved). She felt as though she should be standing up there with Fugitaka giving Sakura away, since she couldn't be standing opposite her on the platform.
She didn't realize she was crying until she fastened the big beautiful bow on Sakura's dress and a tear dripped onto Sakura's back, sliding down into the folds of fabric. Sakura craned her neck around to look at her best friend, alarmed.
"Tomoyo, are you okay?"
Tomoyo thought about lying. Next week Sakura and Syaoran were leaving for Hong Kong. They would only be back once or twice a year for special occasions. It would be so easy to let her best friend go onto her future with no burdens, like she deserved. Just a lie and a smile would be all it took, and Sakura would smile back and they could walk down the aisle (separately! Tomoyo thought painfully) and she could cry and no one would suspect a thing.
Instead, she switched her camera off and sank into a chair, and put her face in her hands. Immediately Sakura was at her side, the big dress swishing like a wedding dress should, asking too many questions that were all the wrong ones.
"I love you, Sakura," Tomoyo said, and felt like throwing up. "I've always loved you, you know that?"
"Yes, Tomoyo-chan," Sakura said uncertainly. She pulled Tomoyo's hands from her face and clasped them in her own. She was on one knee beside Tomoyo's chair and the thought stabbed Tomoyo that to a stranger's eyes it would look like a strange wedding proposal, with the proposer already dressed for the occasion.
"I love you with every ounce of my being. But I know you never will love me that way. And you know the sad thing about it all? I don't care," Tomoyo said with a choking sob. Sakura looked confused, and then her eyes widened further as Tomoyo leaned forward deliberately and kissed her number one love gently on the cheek. Sakura opened her mouth as though to speak, but seemed to have no words.
"I love you, too," Sakura said finally. Tomoyo wiped her eyes and got up from the chair.
"Thank you," she said. She switched the camera back on and seemed to come alive again, cajoling the bride for certain poses and anything she wanted to say to her future self or children who would someday be watching this video. While Sakura was thinking about that Tomoyo composed herself again.
The ceremony was just as beautiful as they planned. The weather was perfect. Emotions ran strongly and no one noticed that the maid of honor was sobbing a little harder than she should have been. Li Sakura and Li Syaoran walked back down the aisle, arm and arm, and Tomoyo walked after them gracefully. She could hear the things people whispered about her--her dedication to her best friend, her beauty, her cold demeanor to those who tried to court her. People always whispered. They always would. An unmarried woman was always a source of gossip.
Daidouji Tomoyo walked down the aisle after her two closest friends into her chosen spinsterhood. She was stubborn enough to think that love was forever, just like the bride and groom did, and she never kissed anyone again.
Fandom: Cardcaptor Sakura
Length: 680 words
Prompt:
18coda: ostinatoPairing: Tomoyo/Sakura; Syaoran/Sakura
Other: n/a
Excerpt: Tomoyo stole a kiss from her love the day she married. The day, that is, that her love was married.
Tomoyo stole a kiss from her love the day she married. The day, that is, that her love was married. Tomoyo helped Syaoran write his proposal speech (which he promptly forgot the moment he wanted to pop the question), helped Sakura pick out a wedding set, booked the reception hall, made the bride's dress and all of the bridesmaids' dresses as well, and cried a lot when she was alone.
She set her camera on a tripod and helped Sakura get dressed, mourning every time she brushed the girl's milky skin that today was the last day she would ever help Sakura dress or put her in one of the outfits that had eventually made her famous as a designer (though she had all of the originals at home in a special closet, preserved). She felt as though she should be standing up there with Fugitaka giving Sakura away, since she couldn't be standing opposite her on the platform.
She didn't realize she was crying until she fastened the big beautiful bow on Sakura's dress and a tear dripped onto Sakura's back, sliding down into the folds of fabric. Sakura craned her neck around to look at her best friend, alarmed.
"Tomoyo, are you okay?"
Tomoyo thought about lying. Next week Sakura and Syaoran were leaving for Hong Kong. They would only be back once or twice a year for special occasions. It would be so easy to let her best friend go onto her future with no burdens, like she deserved. Just a lie and a smile would be all it took, and Sakura would smile back and they could walk down the aisle (separately! Tomoyo thought painfully) and she could cry and no one would suspect a thing.
Instead, she switched her camera off and sank into a chair, and put her face in her hands. Immediately Sakura was at her side, the big dress swishing like a wedding dress should, asking too many questions that were all the wrong ones.
"I love you, Sakura," Tomoyo said, and felt like throwing up. "I've always loved you, you know that?"
"Yes, Tomoyo-chan," Sakura said uncertainly. She pulled Tomoyo's hands from her face and clasped them in her own. She was on one knee beside Tomoyo's chair and the thought stabbed Tomoyo that to a stranger's eyes it would look like a strange wedding proposal, with the proposer already dressed for the occasion.
"I love you with every ounce of my being. But I know you never will love me that way. And you know the sad thing about it all? I don't care," Tomoyo said with a choking sob. Sakura looked confused, and then her eyes widened further as Tomoyo leaned forward deliberately and kissed her number one love gently on the cheek. Sakura opened her mouth as though to speak, but seemed to have no words.
"I love you, too," Sakura said finally. Tomoyo wiped her eyes and got up from the chair.
"Thank you," she said. She switched the camera back on and seemed to come alive again, cajoling the bride for certain poses and anything she wanted to say to her future self or children who would someday be watching this video. While Sakura was thinking about that Tomoyo composed herself again.
The ceremony was just as beautiful as they planned. The weather was perfect. Emotions ran strongly and no one noticed that the maid of honor was sobbing a little harder than she should have been. Li Sakura and Li Syaoran walked back down the aisle, arm and arm, and Tomoyo walked after them gracefully. She could hear the things people whispered about her--her dedication to her best friend, her beauty, her cold demeanor to those who tried to court her. People always whispered. They always would. An unmarried woman was always a source of gossip.
Daidouji Tomoyo walked down the aisle after her two closest friends into her chosen spinsterhood. She was stubborn enough to think that love was forever, just like the bride and groom did, and she never kissed anyone again.