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[August 18] [Original] Spring and Summer
Title: Spring and Summer
Day/Theme: August 18 - Spring letters and spring tears
Series: Original (Sweet Treats)
Character/Pairing: Night
Rating: PG
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chasingthewinds because she's shiny and puts up with my insane ideas (not to mention allows Night-muse to live in her brain XDD).
He meets her the summer of his fifteenth birthday. They meet underneath the endless blue summer sky. The sun, bright and blinding, dances on her white dress and catches in the ripples of her hair.
A present, his father told him, laughing (joking, malicious, and cruelly fond).
He is indignant and then angry on her behalf.
I don’t need something like this, I don’t need someone like her, he says without thought. He glances at her, an apology in his throat (she was not an object. That was what his father would want him to think).
But she is smiling at him, bright and innocent, and tells him happily, your eyes are blue, I like them.
And his father is laughing again, oh, she’s good, she’s very good, isn’t she? And she’s only eight. Eight!
He refuses to accept her, but his father, nonetheless, leaves her with him in the mansion.
~~~~~
He spends the first month ignoring her, but she scampers after him like a lost puppy. All the maids coo after her, braiding her soft hair and dressing her in fancy dresses with far too many ribbons. He does not know where to return her. (he wonders if his father kidnapped or bought her. When he asks her, she smiles and says nothing.) The one thing that he knows is that she’s always laughing.
The second month, he’s given up on the idea and resigns himself to her. But he honestly does not know what to do with her. He can only imagine his father’s intentions of giving her to him and he has no intention of doing any of it.
One morning, he realizes that she has been cleaning his room. He catches her clumsily folding his clothes and bringing his discarded clothing to the maids. They giggle and pinch her cheeks. Such a cute little maid that master Night has, they say and flutter their eyelashes at him. They begin to dress her like a little maid.
He resigns himself to clumsily-folded clothing, dust on his highest shelves and the sounds of something breaking.
By the third month, he finally gets around to learning her name. She smiles at him and kisses him on the cheek.
~~~~~
In spring, she receives several letters.
It is the only time that he ever sees her cry.
She hides in his room, burying her face into her knees.
He picks up the scattered letters and remembers reading, I’m sorry, my child, sorry, sorry and even in death, we love you.
He spends the whole night cradling her in his arms as she sobs on his shoulder. In the early morning, they watch a fickle shower of spring rain and, afterwards, she falls asleep against the window.
~~~~~
At some point of that spring night, he makes a silent promise to protect her.
But by summer, he is caught up in the heat of summer flings and slim girls with long blonde hair and soon forgets.
~~~~~
Day/Theme: August 18 - Spring letters and spring tears
Series: Original (Sweet Treats)
Character/Pairing: Night
Rating: PG
T____T;; I totally give up on ever coming with titles that don't suck. XD And I really need to stop waiting until last minute to make the deadline! For
chasingthewinds because she's shiny and puts up with my insane ideas (not to mention allows Night-muse to live in her brain XDD). He meets her the summer of his fifteenth birthday. They meet underneath the endless blue summer sky. The sun, bright and blinding, dances on her white dress and catches in the ripples of her hair.
A present, his father told him, laughing (joking, malicious, and cruelly fond).
He is indignant and then angry on her behalf.
I don’t need something like this, I don’t need someone like her, he says without thought. He glances at her, an apology in his throat (she was not an object. That was what his father would want him to think).
But she is smiling at him, bright and innocent, and tells him happily, your eyes are blue, I like them.
And his father is laughing again, oh, she’s good, she’s very good, isn’t she? And she’s only eight. Eight!
He refuses to accept her, but his father, nonetheless, leaves her with him in the mansion.
~~~~~
He spends the first month ignoring her, but she scampers after him like a lost puppy. All the maids coo after her, braiding her soft hair and dressing her in fancy dresses with far too many ribbons. He does not know where to return her. (he wonders if his father kidnapped or bought her. When he asks her, she smiles and says nothing.) The one thing that he knows is that she’s always laughing.
The second month, he’s given up on the idea and resigns himself to her. But he honestly does not know what to do with her. He can only imagine his father’s intentions of giving her to him and he has no intention of doing any of it.
One morning, he realizes that she has been cleaning his room. He catches her clumsily folding his clothes and bringing his discarded clothing to the maids. They giggle and pinch her cheeks. Such a cute little maid that master Night has, they say and flutter their eyelashes at him. They begin to dress her like a little maid.
He resigns himself to clumsily-folded clothing, dust on his highest shelves and the sounds of something breaking.
By the third month, he finally gets around to learning her name. She smiles at him and kisses him on the cheek.
~~~~~
In spring, she receives several letters.
It is the only time that he ever sees her cry.
She hides in his room, burying her face into her knees.
He picks up the scattered letters and remembers reading, I’m sorry, my child, sorry, sorry and even in death, we love you.
He spends the whole night cradling her in his arms as she sobs on his shoulder. In the early morning, they watch a fickle shower of spring rain and, afterwards, she falls asleep against the window.
~~~~~
At some point of that spring night, he makes a silent promise to protect her.
But by summer, he is caught up in the heat of summer flings and slim girls with long blonde hair and soon forgets.
~~~~~