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storypaint) wrote2012-01-20 01:22 pm
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[Magic Knight Rayearth] because he was he, and I was I (Clef/Presea)
Title: because he was he, and I was I
Fandom: Magic Knight Rayearth
Length: 233 words
Prompt: Clef/Presea, iron, for
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Pairing: Clef/Presea established
Other: n/a
Excerpt: They had been living together for three months before Presea caught Clef with the iron.
They had been living together for three months before Presea caught Clef with the iron.
Well, perhaps caught wasn't the right word. He certainly had claim to it; it wasn't as if he shouldn't press his clothes, if that's what he wanted. She wasn't sure why it was so surprising to her, but it was enough to make her hang back in the doorway and not interrupt him.
He was in his shirtsleeves. Really, that would have been enough to make her toes curl a little. His pale forearms rarely saw the light of day, and those combined with the calm, quietly happy look on his face made her ridiculously happy. She thought he might be humming under his breath.
She wanted to sneak up behind him, but that was never a good idea when one involved hot irons, so instead she stepped loudly into the doorway and smiled at him until he looked up.
"Hello," he said, setting the iron down carefully, and she flew into the room and threw her arms around him. He laughed into her hip.
"It's nice to see you too," he said. "As nice as it was this morning."
"Are you teasing me?" she asked, grinning with delight.
"I was simply ironing," he said, all innocence.
"You're not fooling me," she said, pretending offense, and the iron was cool by the time he got back to using it.
Fandom: Magic Knight Rayearth
Length: 233 words
Prompt: Clef/Presea, iron, for
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Pairing: Clef/Presea established
Other: n/a
Excerpt: They had been living together for three months before Presea caught Clef with the iron.
They had been living together for three months before Presea caught Clef with the iron.
Well, perhaps caught wasn't the right word. He certainly had claim to it; it wasn't as if he shouldn't press his clothes, if that's what he wanted. She wasn't sure why it was so surprising to her, but it was enough to make her hang back in the doorway and not interrupt him.
He was in his shirtsleeves. Really, that would have been enough to make her toes curl a little. His pale forearms rarely saw the light of day, and those combined with the calm, quietly happy look on his face made her ridiculously happy. She thought he might be humming under his breath.
She wanted to sneak up behind him, but that was never a good idea when one involved hot irons, so instead she stepped loudly into the doorway and smiled at him until he looked up.
"Hello," he said, setting the iron down carefully, and she flew into the room and threw her arms around him. He laughed into her hip.
"It's nice to see you too," he said. "As nice as it was this morning."
"Are you teasing me?" she asked, grinning with delight.
"I was simply ironing," he said, all innocence.
"You're not fooling me," she said, pretending offense, and the iron was cool by the time he got back to using it.