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[Polychromatic] (youth is) perpetual intoxication (Clef/Presea)
Title: (youth is) perpetual intoxication
Fandom: Polychromatic AU
Length: 341 words
Prompt: a million tomorrows shall all pass away for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chibidl's birthdayfic
Pairing: Clow/Yuuko; Clef/Presea; past Clef/Gwen
Other: Set during the Paris AU.
Excerpt: It's a dull Parisian morning, the day he first sees her. The sky is the color of old snow and there's a bit of a bite to the air. Yuuko is wearing a foxfur and Clef hasn't asked her about the fact that it has three tails yet, though he plans to.
It's a dull Parisian morning, the day he first sees her. The sky is the color of old snow and there's a bit of a bite to the air. Yuuko is wearing a foxfur and Clef hasn't asked her about the fact that it has three tails yet, though he plans to. It is the most intriguing thing he's seen all week, in a world blunted by young heartbreak. He can still hear Gwendolen's chuckle in his ear.
Yuuko does not rush, never, but her steps are slightly swifter than usual and he hurries to keep up with her, hardly caring about the judgmental stares that always follow them when they're in public. It had bothered him at first to be examined, measured, pitied by the kinder ladies - but they hadn't taken him off the streets, and Yuuko had. That mattered more.
There's a flash of blonde hair in a doorway and Clef's eyes follow, even as he groans inwardly. It won't be Gwendolen, and he shouldn't be looking for her.
Unsurprisingly, it isn't. It's another little girl with curious amber eyes, lingering with her hand on the doorframe. Her hair is a rich orangey gold and under her full skirt he catches a glimpse of heavy hobnailed boots. The contrast is a little strange. She grins at him for just a second before someone calls out her name and she twirls around and heads back inside.
"Oh, is that it?" Yuuko says, and she sounds self-satisfied. He glances up at her, brow furrowing in confusion. Her lip curls with a knowing smile. He blinks.
"Come along now, there's time for staring later," she says loudly, and he's more than a little mortified and begins to protest. She teases him all the way to the restaurant.
"You seem to be in a good mood, Madame," Clow observes as he seats them. She points at Clef. Clow squints down at him for a moment.
"Ah, I see," he answers, sounding satisfied, and though Clef flails around for a while, trying to get them to explain, they never do.
Fandom: Polychromatic AU
Length: 341 words
Prompt: a million tomorrows shall all pass away for
chibidl's birthdayficPairing: Clow/Yuuko; Clef/Presea; past Clef/Gwen
Other: Set during the Paris AU.
Excerpt: It's a dull Parisian morning, the day he first sees her. The sky is the color of old snow and there's a bit of a bite to the air. Yuuko is wearing a foxfur and Clef hasn't asked her about the fact that it has three tails yet, though he plans to.
It's a dull Parisian morning, the day he first sees her. The sky is the color of old snow and there's a bit of a bite to the air. Yuuko is wearing a foxfur and Clef hasn't asked her about the fact that it has three tails yet, though he plans to. It is the most intriguing thing he's seen all week, in a world blunted by young heartbreak. He can still hear Gwendolen's chuckle in his ear.
Yuuko does not rush, never, but her steps are slightly swifter than usual and he hurries to keep up with her, hardly caring about the judgmental stares that always follow them when they're in public. It had bothered him at first to be examined, measured, pitied by the kinder ladies - but they hadn't taken him off the streets, and Yuuko had. That mattered more.
There's a flash of blonde hair in a doorway and Clef's eyes follow, even as he groans inwardly. It won't be Gwendolen, and he shouldn't be looking for her.
Unsurprisingly, it isn't. It's another little girl with curious amber eyes, lingering with her hand on the doorframe. Her hair is a rich orangey gold and under her full skirt he catches a glimpse of heavy hobnailed boots. The contrast is a little strange. She grins at him for just a second before someone calls out her name and she twirls around and heads back inside.
"Oh, is that it?" Yuuko says, and she sounds self-satisfied. He glances up at her, brow furrowing in confusion. Her lip curls with a knowing smile. He blinks.
"Come along now, there's time for staring later," she says loudly, and he's more than a little mortified and begins to protest. She teases him all the way to the restaurant.
"You seem to be in a good mood, Madame," Clow observes as he seats them. She points at Clef. Clow squints down at him for a moment.
"Ah, I see," he answers, sounding satisfied, and though Clef flails around for a while, trying to get them to explain, they never do.