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laurus_nobilis) wrote2006-03-20 10:13 am
laurus_nobilis) wrote2006-03-20 10:13 am
On Aesthetics [XXXHOLiC; English]
Title: On Aesthetics
Rating: G
Genre: Genfic / humour
Characters: Clow and Yuuko
Pairings: But of course ;)
Summary: Clow likes philosophical discussions. Yuuko isn't feeling platonic at all.
Notes: Written for Insert Phrase.
Tiny lights floated over the palm of his hand, changing colours, spiralling and merging with each other as he guided them in their dance. They were in constant movement; it looked like the bright surface of a sphere that rotated slowly. A blue thread turned green, then red, and moved across the centre of the structure following a small gesture of his free hand.
"You must be awfully bored," a voice said from behind him.
"Nonsense," Clow replied, without taking his eyes off the sphere. "I am working on an experiment in light and colour."
"Really."
"Mm-hm."
Yuuko sat on the arm of the chair, pushing him to a side to make herself some room.
"And is there a point to your 'experiment'?" she asked. "Apart from the pretty shiny things, that is."
"I happen to believe that the 'pretty shiny things', as you call them, are a perfectly valid reason to do this."
"I thought you were more practical than that."
He looked up at last, trying to decipher her expression. Sometimes it was very difficult to figure out if she was being serious or not, even for him. In the end, he just smiled and shook his head.
"The most beautiful things in the world are the most useless, is that what you're trying to say? But even beauty for the sake of beauty is worth seeking," he told her. "Besides, it doesn't exclude practicality. I wouldn't call my Cards useless."
"Which one?" Yuuko interrupted, pretending to be thoughtful. "And, come to think of it, I've never seen your Guardians do anything either."
"You aren't one to talk about inactivity, my dear," he told her, with a perfectly calm expression; although it took some effort not to laugh at her scowl. "Don't try to change the subject just because I'm winning the argument."
"Who says you are winning? You only assumed I was generalizing. I said those silly light games of yours were pointless, not that all beauty was."
She reclined, sidewards, on what little space of the armchair she had managed to secure for herself and rested her face on her hand. Clow finally let go of the floating sphere, which dissolved in a few spirals of colour before disappearing completely. With a small smile, he took a strand of Yuuko's hair, letting it slide across his palm.
"Of course," he said softly. "It would be quite sad if we couldn't appreciate the figure of the female body, or an elegant face… or a long, black curtain of silky hair." He paused for a moment, and then looked up at her bright eyes, much closer to his than they had been just a few seconds ago. "I think Dark is the prettiest one."
Yuuko nearly slid off the chair.
"What?"
"No, I mean it. But don't tell the others; they would get jealous."
"You think this is very funny, don't you?" she said, stressing each of the words. He couldn't help but let out a chuckle at last.
"Certainly. Life, my dear Yuuko, is nothing but a gigantic joke."
"Don't get all philosophical now," she told him, getting up with a frustrated sigh. "You're annoying."
"Then let us share some sake, until we forget how to think properly," he said. She gave him a rather pointed look.
"You get more philosophical when you're drunk."
That, Clow had to admit, was something he couldn't argue.
Rating: G
Genre: Genfic / humour
Characters: Clow and Yuuko
Pairings: But of course ;)
Summary: Clow likes philosophical discussions. Yuuko isn't feeling platonic at all.
Notes: Written for Insert Phrase.
Tiny lights floated over the palm of his hand, changing colours, spiralling and merging with each other as he guided them in their dance. They were in constant movement; it looked like the bright surface of a sphere that rotated slowly. A blue thread turned green, then red, and moved across the centre of the structure following a small gesture of his free hand.
"You must be awfully bored," a voice said from behind him.
"Nonsense," Clow replied, without taking his eyes off the sphere. "I am working on an experiment in light and colour."
"Really."
"Mm-hm."
Yuuko sat on the arm of the chair, pushing him to a side to make herself some room.
"And is there a point to your 'experiment'?" she asked. "Apart from the pretty shiny things, that is."
"I happen to believe that the 'pretty shiny things', as you call them, are a perfectly valid reason to do this."
"I thought you were more practical than that."
He looked up at last, trying to decipher her expression. Sometimes it was very difficult to figure out if she was being serious or not, even for him. In the end, he just smiled and shook his head.
"The most beautiful things in the world are the most useless, is that what you're trying to say? But even beauty for the sake of beauty is worth seeking," he told her. "Besides, it doesn't exclude practicality. I wouldn't call my Cards useless."
"Which one?" Yuuko interrupted, pretending to be thoughtful. "And, come to think of it, I've never seen your Guardians do anything either."
"You aren't one to talk about inactivity, my dear," he told her, with a perfectly calm expression; although it took some effort not to laugh at her scowl. "Don't try to change the subject just because I'm winning the argument."
"Who says you are winning? You only assumed I was generalizing. I said those silly light games of yours were pointless, not that all beauty was."
She reclined, sidewards, on what little space of the armchair she had managed to secure for herself and rested her face on her hand. Clow finally let go of the floating sphere, which dissolved in a few spirals of colour before disappearing completely. With a small smile, he took a strand of Yuuko's hair, letting it slide across his palm.
"Of course," he said softly. "It would be quite sad if we couldn't appreciate the figure of the female body, or an elegant face… or a long, black curtain of silky hair." He paused for a moment, and then looked up at her bright eyes, much closer to his than they had been just a few seconds ago. "I think Dark is the prettiest one."
Yuuko nearly slid off the chair.
"What?"
"No, I mean it. But don't tell the others; they would get jealous."
"You think this is very funny, don't you?" she said, stressing each of the words. He couldn't help but let out a chuckle at last.
"Certainly. Life, my dear Yuuko, is nothing but a gigantic joke."
"Don't get all philosophical now," she told him, getting up with a frustrated sigh. "You're annoying."
"Then let us share some sake, until we forget how to think properly," he said. She gave him a rather pointed look.
"You get more philosophical when you're drunk."
That, Clow had to admit, was something he couldn't argue.