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laurus_nobilis) wrote2006-02-28 09:55 am
laurus_nobilis) wrote2006-02-28 09:55 am
Unavoidable [XXXHOLiC; English]
Title: Unavoidable
Rating: PG
Genre: Drama / romance
Pairings: Clow/Yuuko
Summary: The end is near, and they both know it.
Notes: Written for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
31_days's prompt return my heart when I am dead.
"Are you angry at me?"
She doesn't answer, and for the moment he doesn't insist. The silk of his sleeve brushes against her neck as he moves her hair to a side, around her shoulder, until the front of her kimono is covered with black threads. He never faces her when he tells her these things. It would be frustrating, if she wasn't so used to it.
But now he gently strokes the upper curve of her back, from her nape to her arm, and it makes her become thoughtful. It feels like the touch of a man who is still young, still strong. He is strong. He is full of magic, of an unmeasurable power that is amazing and terrible and radiates from him, around him, flooding every room he steps into with his presence and lingering behind after he's gone.
He is going to die.
It seems impossible, unbelievable, that someone so powerful can have so little time left. Yet they both know that it's the truth, that it's all going to end soon and he won't do anything to stop it.
There is nothing wrong with that, she admits to herself when she chooses to be objective about it. It would be a problem if it was the other way around, if he tried to stay for longer than he is supposed to.
She understands why he must do it. It doesn't mean, however, that she likes the idea. Especially not now, with his hands on her shoulders and his head leaning onto hers.
"When the moment comes," he whispers, and the pressure of his fingers increases almost imperceptibly, "I would rather know that you are angry than think you might be sad."
Then don't say that, she is close to telling him, don't show me now that you care. She wants to be calm about it, just to spite him, but his selfishness is enough to make her blood boil.
She turns around and kisses him, furiously, one last time.
Rating: PG
Genre: Drama / romance
Pairings: Clow/Yuuko
Summary: The end is near, and they both know it.
Notes: Written for
31_days's prompt return my heart when I am dead."Are you angry at me?"
She doesn't answer, and for the moment he doesn't insist. The silk of his sleeve brushes against her neck as he moves her hair to a side, around her shoulder, until the front of her kimono is covered with black threads. He never faces her when he tells her these things. It would be frustrating, if she wasn't so used to it.
But now he gently strokes the upper curve of her back, from her nape to her arm, and it makes her become thoughtful. It feels like the touch of a man who is still young, still strong. He is strong. He is full of magic, of an unmeasurable power that is amazing and terrible and radiates from him, around him, flooding every room he steps into with his presence and lingering behind after he's gone.
He is going to die.
It seems impossible, unbelievable, that someone so powerful can have so little time left. Yet they both know that it's the truth, that it's all going to end soon and he won't do anything to stop it.
There is nothing wrong with that, she admits to herself when she chooses to be objective about it. It would be a problem if it was the other way around, if he tried to stay for longer than he is supposed to.
She understands why he must do it. It doesn't mean, however, that she likes the idea. Especially not now, with his hands on her shoulders and his head leaning onto hers.
"When the moment comes," he whispers, and the pressure of his fingers increases almost imperceptibly, "I would rather know that you are angry than think you might be sad."
Then don't say that, she is close to telling him, don't show me now that you care. She wants to be calm about it, just to spite him, but his selfishness is enough to make her blood boil.
She turns around and kisses him, furiously, one last time.