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storypaint) wrote2010-05-06 02:43 pm
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[Cardcaptor Sakura] The Words I Didn't Write (Terada/Rika)
Title: The Words I Didn't Write
Fandom: Cardcaptor Sakura
Length: 396 words
Prompt: Icon prompt for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dreximgirl.
Pairing: Terada/Rika
Other: Flowery language. Title from a poem by Emily Dickinson.
Excerpt: They steal time together-- all their time is stolen from people who would not understand that what they have now is pure and sweet, love distilled to its essence, uncorrupted and unchanged by the physical reality.
Unlike most girls her age, Rika always prays for the end of school breaks. It's hard to have even a week or two when she can't see Yoshiyuki smile every day.
She's taken to writing him letters, pointless because she knows that she'll see him again, probably before she has time to send them, but pressing her pen into the paper is calming. She concentrates on good handwriting, on talking about how their lives will be, once she's old enough to wear her engagement ring on her finger instead of hidden on a chain around her neck. She uses her favorite stationery and spritzes it with her perfume, thinking that perhaps he misses her too, perhaps he lifts the page to his nose and inhales, that he thinks of her and smiles then, to see her careful childish scrawl.
They steal time together-- all their time is stolen from people who would not understand that what they have now is pure and sweet, love distilled to its essence, uncorrupted and unchanged by the physical reality. He kisses her forehead and she floats along on that for a week, eyes shining, heart pounding. She thinks every day that she's found the love of her life already, that everyone should be so lucky. Her dreams are all wrapped up in him, and she pens them carefully into those letters.
He takes them from her, when he sees her again, tucking them carefully into his pocket in a way that reassures her they'll be read, again and again, and kept, like all of the special things they trade between them, bears and words and food and adoration.
And when it comes time to write their wedding vows, he goes to his closet and pulls out a box that smells like her favorite perfume. She blushes in embarrassment, but he pulls out the first letter with a softness in his face and reads, "It's been so long since I've seen you, but I trust that we will be together forever..."
Maybe none of her writing makes it into those vows, but they have a nice, nostalgic afternoon all the same, sitting in the summer sun, and Rika marvels that she'll get to be with her Yoshiyuki now, for as long as a circle is round; no school breaks will separate them, nor anything else.
And once again, she thinks that she has never been so happy.
Fandom: Cardcaptor Sakura
Length: 396 words
Prompt: Icon prompt for
dreximgirl.Pairing: Terada/Rika
Other: Flowery language. Title from a poem by Emily Dickinson.
Excerpt: They steal time together-- all their time is stolen from people who would not understand that what they have now is pure and sweet, love distilled to its essence, uncorrupted and unchanged by the physical reality.
Unlike most girls her age, Rika always prays for the end of school breaks. It's hard to have even a week or two when she can't see Yoshiyuki smile every day.
She's taken to writing him letters, pointless because she knows that she'll see him again, probably before she has time to send them, but pressing her pen into the paper is calming. She concentrates on good handwriting, on talking about how their lives will be, once she's old enough to wear her engagement ring on her finger instead of hidden on a chain around her neck. She uses her favorite stationery and spritzes it with her perfume, thinking that perhaps he misses her too, perhaps he lifts the page to his nose and inhales, that he thinks of her and smiles then, to see her careful childish scrawl.
They steal time together-- all their time is stolen from people who would not understand that what they have now is pure and sweet, love distilled to its essence, uncorrupted and unchanged by the physical reality. He kisses her forehead and she floats along on that for a week, eyes shining, heart pounding. She thinks every day that she's found the love of her life already, that everyone should be so lucky. Her dreams are all wrapped up in him, and she pens them carefully into those letters.
He takes them from her, when he sees her again, tucking them carefully into his pocket in a way that reassures her they'll be read, again and again, and kept, like all of the special things they trade between them, bears and words and food and adoration.
And when it comes time to write their wedding vows, he goes to his closet and pulls out a box that smells like her favorite perfume. She blushes in embarrassment, but he pulls out the first letter with a softness in his face and reads, "It's been so long since I've seen you, but I trust that we will be together forever..."
Maybe none of her writing makes it into those vows, but they have a nice, nostalgic afternoon all the same, sitting in the summer sun, and Rika marvels that she'll get to be with her Yoshiyuki now, for as long as a circle is round; no school breaks will separate them, nor anything else.
And once again, she thinks that she has never been so happy.