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storypaint) wrote2010-08-30 10:29 pm
storypaint) wrote2010-08-30 10:29 pm
[Magic Knight Rayearth] pure transparent freedom (Clef gen)
Title: pure transparent freedom
Fandom: Magic Knight Rayearth
Length: 304 words
Prompt: listen! The birds sing! Listen! The bells ring for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chibidl's birthdayfic
Pairing: Clef gen
Other: Postcanon.
Excerpt: But at least there's something to push towards. There will be a dawn.
Cephiro will see tomorrow, so finally Clef extracts himself from the celebrations and goes to bed. He feels like he's hardly laid his head down before he wakes again to predawn grey. Everyone has gone to ground by now, even the most raucous of celebrators. This next week will be busy: returning refugees to their homes, arranging diplomatic meetings, sorting out their Knights and how they will be treated on their visits to Cephiro - Clef's jobs have not decreased even if the country is no longer hanging by a thread. It takes a further push to keep going in the positive direction.
But at least there's something to push towards. There will be a dawn.
He decides to watch it, grabbing a dressing gown against the early morning chill and padding out into the hallway on quiet feet, looking for the nearest window. The castle has a surfeit of glass surfaces and it doesn't take him long before he finds one he can open and lean against.
Watching the sunrise from the air is completely different than seeing it from the ground. The clouds are burnished gold against the lavender mist of the night, like a fire coming into being. The sight never fails to take Clef's breath away. The morning air creeps in, cool but reassuring, with a hint of dampness. It's times like this that he wishes that he were a poet, a writer, someone able to capture all of this beauty and share it, or to come back to it later and shut his eyes and feel this all over again. He feels almost as if he could reach out and grab the sun.
The morning is here. The castle around him begins to stir, and the sky begins to blue. Dawn does not break, it makes, and the thought prompts Clef's new smile.
Fandom: Magic Knight Rayearth
Length: 304 words
Prompt: listen! The birds sing! Listen! The bells ring for
chibidl's birthdayficPairing: Clef gen
Other: Postcanon.
Excerpt: But at least there's something to push towards. There will be a dawn.
Cephiro will see tomorrow, so finally Clef extracts himself from the celebrations and goes to bed. He feels like he's hardly laid his head down before he wakes again to predawn grey. Everyone has gone to ground by now, even the most raucous of celebrators. This next week will be busy: returning refugees to their homes, arranging diplomatic meetings, sorting out their Knights and how they will be treated on their visits to Cephiro - Clef's jobs have not decreased even if the country is no longer hanging by a thread. It takes a further push to keep going in the positive direction.
But at least there's something to push towards. There will be a dawn.
He decides to watch it, grabbing a dressing gown against the early morning chill and padding out into the hallway on quiet feet, looking for the nearest window. The castle has a surfeit of glass surfaces and it doesn't take him long before he finds one he can open and lean against.
Watching the sunrise from the air is completely different than seeing it from the ground. The clouds are burnished gold against the lavender mist of the night, like a fire coming into being. The sight never fails to take Clef's breath away. The morning air creeps in, cool but reassuring, with a hint of dampness. It's times like this that he wishes that he were a poet, a writer, someone able to capture all of this beauty and share it, or to come back to it later and shut his eyes and feel this all over again. He feels almost as if he could reach out and grab the sun.
The morning is here. The castle around him begins to stir, and the sky begins to blue. Dawn does not break, it makes, and the thought prompts Clef's new smile.