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storypaint) wrote2015-02-16 12:10 pm
storypaint) wrote2015-02-16 12:10 pm
[Magic Knight Rayearth] why I've spent my whole life trying to put it into words (Clef/Presea)
Title: why I've spent my whole life trying to put it into words
Fandom: Magic Knight Rayearth
Length: 233 words
Prompt: fic_promptly: Magic Knight Rayearth, Clef/Presea, I want to make poems that say right out, plainly / what I mean (Everything by Mary Oliver)
Pairing: Clef/Presea
Other: n/a
Excerpt: The lines are sparse, the descriptions sharp as an edged sword. His handwriting is impeccable.
Their friendship starts with books. They're both collectors and voracious readers, and Presea's position in the forest means that she sees travelers more often than they do at the palace. She buys pretty much any book offered to her and takes the afternoon off to bury herself in them. It doesn't matter the subject -- she loves a good story.
Clef does too. He's had hundreds of years to be better read than her, but he never makes her feel bad about that. He lends her books out of the palace library too; they have long discussions about philosophy and history and occasionally implausible romances. Those are secretly her favorite.
After the Magic Knights come and remake their world, they both find themselves very busy. Presea makes more farm equipment than swords, and Clef spends many hours in consultation with the new government. They don't have as much time for reading.
So he starts sending her poetry.
The lines are sparse, the descriptions sharp as an edged sword. His handwriting is impeccable.
She arrives at the palace on an early morning, sword comfortable on her hip, and when he opens his door, she presses a new book into his hands. He's clearly surprised to see her, but smiles anyway.
"What's this one about?" he asks.
She leans down. "I thought we could write it together," she says, smiling, and starts a new page.
Fandom: Magic Knight Rayearth
Length: 233 words
Prompt: fic_promptly: Magic Knight Rayearth, Clef/Presea, I want to make poems that say right out, plainly / what I mean (Everything by Mary Oliver)
Pairing: Clef/Presea
Other: n/a
Excerpt: The lines are sparse, the descriptions sharp as an edged sword. His handwriting is impeccable.
Their friendship starts with books. They're both collectors and voracious readers, and Presea's position in the forest means that she sees travelers more often than they do at the palace. She buys pretty much any book offered to her and takes the afternoon off to bury herself in them. It doesn't matter the subject -- she loves a good story.
Clef does too. He's had hundreds of years to be better read than her, but he never makes her feel bad about that. He lends her books out of the palace library too; they have long discussions about philosophy and history and occasionally implausible romances. Those are secretly her favorite.
After the Magic Knights come and remake their world, they both find themselves very busy. Presea makes more farm equipment than swords, and Clef spends many hours in consultation with the new government. They don't have as much time for reading.
So he starts sending her poetry.
The lines are sparse, the descriptions sharp as an edged sword. His handwriting is impeccable.
She arrives at the palace on an early morning, sword comfortable on her hip, and when he opens his door, she presses a new book into his hands. He's clearly surprised to see her, but smiles anyway.
"What's this one about?" he asks.
She leans down. "I thought we could write it together," she says, smiling, and starts a new page.