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[Magic Knight Rayearth] only hearts can build a home (Clef/Presea)
Title: only hearts can build a home
Fandom: Magic Knight Rayearth
Length: 475 words
Prompt: turn these diamonds straight back into coal for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chibidl's birthdayfic
Pairing: Clef/Presea established
Other: Postcanon; makes use of headcanon.
Excerpt: Clef hadn't lived here in a long while, even if it was the traditional homestead of the Guru, its distance from the palace carefully calculated both for convenience and privacy.
He was almost ashamed of the level of neglect that his old teacher's house had suffered. Covered over with ivy and hidden by brambles, it wasn't immediately apparent where the house actually was when one approached.
Clef hadn't lived here in a long while, even if it was the traditional homestead of the Guru, its distance from the palace carefully calculated both for convenience and privacy. He had good memories of the place, but he found people knocking at all hours. He didn't have an apprentice to tell people he was dead (and given that neither he nor his mentor had been great liars, it was amazing how many of them went away), and he found himself walking the well-worn paths with a weary frequency. It had been much easier to deal with affairs of state after he'd taken an apartment in the palace itself.
He managed to fight through the brush to the door, and luckily the magic remained that allowed him to unlock it without a key. There wasn't as much dust as he had expected, but still enough to cloud the rooms. He was surprised that the structure still seemed fairly stable, but pleased.
He wandered through in silent contemplation. He could still see it in his mind's eye - the boot-marks Ignis insisted on leaving on the coffee table, the way Eclat sprawled himself across the couch, the doorway Camry would lurk in before she pounced on him. The house missed people, he thought. It didn't like being empty.
He patted the doorframe reassuringly and the next week he came back with a broom and with Presea. She hummed and sang as they worked, or asked him for stories. It had been a long time since he'd thought about his childhood, in all honesty, but he found it coming back to him easier than he'd expected. She laughed when he pointed out the places he'd used for hide and seek, and listened, fascinated, to stories of the Pharle long before her.
"I'm glad you're going to live here again," she said while they were taking a break. She eases herself down onto the clean part of the living room floor, absently adjusting her skirt.
"Because I showed you Ignis's shortcut?" he teased, sitting down beside her. She shakes her head quickly.
"This place needs people in it," she answered. "It misses all that life."
He hesitated. "It's a little big for one person," he said, looking over at her. She didn't answer the unspoken question for a long moment, though a smile spread across her face. She reached out and laced her fingers with his.
"I think this room might look nice in blue," she said. "A little color would do you some good."
"I'll let you decide," he said, shutting his eyes and leaning close, and they took a little afternoon nap there, as sunshine slipped, muffled, through still-cloudy windows.
Fandom: Magic Knight Rayearth
Length: 475 words
Prompt: turn these diamonds straight back into coal for
chibidl's birthdayficPairing: Clef/Presea established
Other: Postcanon; makes use of headcanon.
Excerpt: Clef hadn't lived here in a long while, even if it was the traditional homestead of the Guru, its distance from the palace carefully calculated both for convenience and privacy.
He was almost ashamed of the level of neglect that his old teacher's house had suffered. Covered over with ivy and hidden by brambles, it wasn't immediately apparent where the house actually was when one approached.
Clef hadn't lived here in a long while, even if it was the traditional homestead of the Guru, its distance from the palace carefully calculated both for convenience and privacy. He had good memories of the place, but he found people knocking at all hours. He didn't have an apprentice to tell people he was dead (and given that neither he nor his mentor had been great liars, it was amazing how many of them went away), and he found himself walking the well-worn paths with a weary frequency. It had been much easier to deal with affairs of state after he'd taken an apartment in the palace itself.
He managed to fight through the brush to the door, and luckily the magic remained that allowed him to unlock it without a key. There wasn't as much dust as he had expected, but still enough to cloud the rooms. He was surprised that the structure still seemed fairly stable, but pleased.
He wandered through in silent contemplation. He could still see it in his mind's eye - the boot-marks Ignis insisted on leaving on the coffee table, the way Eclat sprawled himself across the couch, the doorway Camry would lurk in before she pounced on him. The house missed people, he thought. It didn't like being empty.
He patted the doorframe reassuringly and the next week he came back with a broom and with Presea. She hummed and sang as they worked, or asked him for stories. It had been a long time since he'd thought about his childhood, in all honesty, but he found it coming back to him easier than he'd expected. She laughed when he pointed out the places he'd used for hide and seek, and listened, fascinated, to stories of the Pharle long before her.
"I'm glad you're going to live here again," she said while they were taking a break. She eases herself down onto the clean part of the living room floor, absently adjusting her skirt.
"Because I showed you Ignis's shortcut?" he teased, sitting down beside her. She shakes her head quickly.
"This place needs people in it," she answered. "It misses all that life."
He hesitated. "It's a little big for one person," he said, looking over at her. She didn't answer the unspoken question for a long moment, though a smile spread across her face. She reached out and laced her fingers with his.
"I think this room might look nice in blue," she said. "A little color would do you some good."
"I'll let you decide," he said, shutting his eyes and leaning close, and they took a little afternoon nap there, as sunshine slipped, muffled, through still-cloudy windows.