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laurus_nobilis) wrote2006-07-08 02:41 pm
laurus_nobilis) wrote2006-07-08 02:41 pm
Irony [XXXHOLiC; English]
Title: Irony
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance / introspection / humour
Pairings: Clow/Yuuko
Summary: The thing about legendary loves is that they rarely end well.
Notes: Written for Insert Phrase. Arthurian references abound, and Clow quotes Tennyson's Merlin and Vivian.
The light in his study was beginning to dim, but Clow didn't interrupt his work. There were some ideas that he wanted to put into writing. He had learned to recognize those moments long ago; those particular times when he had to take note of a certain spark or lose it forever.
He scribbled quickly, mixing languages, without paying attention to keeping it tidy or even correct – he'd have time to make a proper copy later. The only thing that mattered now was to get what was in his mind onto the paper. Until he had managed to do that, the world around him was forgotten.
Only when he put down his quill did he notice there were some strands of long, black hair dangling over the page. And they weren't his.
"Do you always need to read over my shoulder?"
"Well, it's a spell I'd never seen before," Yuuko defended herself. "I was interested."
"Ah, yes, so keen on learning from me as usual. Fancying that her glory would be great, according to his greatness whom she quenched," he quoted. "Sometimes you worry me, my dear Vivian."
Her face darkened when she heard that. She turned to look at him with piercing eyes.
"I don't think that is something to joke about," she said slowly.
There were many ways to reply to that, Clow reflected. He could tell her that she had a dangerous beauty. That she would be the last woman he ever loved. That, although she wasn't quite as powerful as he, she could easily have him at her mercy if she felt like it.
Somehow he didn't think she'd appreciate any of it.
"It's all right. I know what kind of evil sorceress I'm dealing with," he said instead. "And, more importantly, I know how it's all going to end."
"That is even less funny," she told him, frowning. "Why do you have to be so morbid?"
He blinked, startled. She seemed to be taking this quite seriously for some reason.
"I didn't mean to upset you," he assured her. "It's just... well, there comes a time when one must take life – and death – with a bit of humour."
"If you don't change the subject soon, you will make me want to kill you," she warned him. He grinned at her.
"It's part of the thrill."
"Idiot," Yuuko muttered, and left the room slamming the door behind her.
Clow shook his head, sighing. He still didn't understand why she had to get so sentimental about it. It was inevitable, after all; she knew that as well as he did.
Perhaps he should go after her and offer her something to drink. That always put her in a better mood. He went to open the door – and immediately gave up, chuckling. So much for not joking about it.
She had just locked him in.
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance / introspection / humour
Pairings: Clow/Yuuko
Summary: The thing about legendary loves is that they rarely end well.
Notes: Written for Insert Phrase. Arthurian references abound, and Clow quotes Tennyson's Merlin and Vivian.
The light in his study was beginning to dim, but Clow didn't interrupt his work. There were some ideas that he wanted to put into writing. He had learned to recognize those moments long ago; those particular times when he had to take note of a certain spark or lose it forever.
He scribbled quickly, mixing languages, without paying attention to keeping it tidy or even correct – he'd have time to make a proper copy later. The only thing that mattered now was to get what was in his mind onto the paper. Until he had managed to do that, the world around him was forgotten.
Only when he put down his quill did he notice there were some strands of long, black hair dangling over the page. And they weren't his.
"Do you always need to read over my shoulder?"
"Well, it's a spell I'd never seen before," Yuuko defended herself. "I was interested."
"Ah, yes, so keen on learning from me as usual. Fancying that her glory would be great, according to his greatness whom she quenched," he quoted. "Sometimes you worry me, my dear Vivian."
Her face darkened when she heard that. She turned to look at him with piercing eyes.
"I don't think that is something to joke about," she said slowly.
There were many ways to reply to that, Clow reflected. He could tell her that she had a dangerous beauty. That she would be the last woman he ever loved. That, although she wasn't quite as powerful as he, she could easily have him at her mercy if she felt like it.
Somehow he didn't think she'd appreciate any of it.
"It's all right. I know what kind of evil sorceress I'm dealing with," he said instead. "And, more importantly, I know how it's all going to end."
"That is even less funny," she told him, frowning. "Why do you have to be so morbid?"
He blinked, startled. She seemed to be taking this quite seriously for some reason.
"I didn't mean to upset you," he assured her. "It's just... well, there comes a time when one must take life – and death – with a bit of humour."
"If you don't change the subject soon, you will make me want to kill you," she warned him. He grinned at her.
"It's part of the thrill."
"Idiot," Yuuko muttered, and left the room slamming the door behind her.
Clow shook his head, sighing. He still didn't understand why she had to get so sentimental about it. It was inevitable, after all; she knew that as well as he did.
Perhaps he should go after her and offer her something to drink. That always put her in a better mood. He went to open the door – and immediately gave up, chuckling. So much for not joking about it.
She had just locked him in.