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[March 22, 2009] [Tsubasa RESERVoir CHRoNiCLE] This Disaster
Title: This Disaster
Day/Theme: march 22, 2009 - lips that would kiss form prayers to broken stone
Series: Tsubasa RESERVoir CHRoNiCLE
Character/Pairing: Sakura, Fai D. Flowright
Rating: PG
A/N: Vague spoilers up to Volume 20.
This Disaster
The mage and the princess listen to the music and dance along with it. The princess looks beautiful tonight, just as she always does, the mage thinks. And then he thinks of himself, put together and presenting himself like a puzzle with too many missing pieces, and those that are there only create faint smiles and eyes that can pretend to look at her, but they aren't, really.
One, two, three.
The princess hums along happily, spins around gracefully, and the mage has no choice but to follow her every move. For some reason, he can't let go, no matter how much he wants to, so he moves clumsily and he thinks they'll fall, but he keeps going and keeps his grip on her hands loose. She notices this, notices the gap between them, and tries to pull herself closer, silently tells him to just enjoy the moment and ignore everything else. He simply moves backward, thinking he's on the wrong side of the hourglass, the side with too much time, and oh, why can't this be over already?
One, two.
The mage is barely aware the other people surrounding them. He's trapped with them, too, despite his wishes, but he can avoid them, and he will, no matter what it takes. It's only a lie, he knows, and so he watches the princess smile as they pass by others, and her eyes shine and then she turns her attention back to the mage, because he's important, too, whether he likes it or not. He realizes this, and he scolds himself for it, but he can't help it. He pays more attention to his movements, and moves slowly, carefully, and he doesn't feel like he'll fall so hard anymore. He tells himself that maybe, just maybe, he can stick around a little bit longer.
One.
It feels like it's just them now. There's only the princess, and the mage. There's no one else in the entire world. That's what it feels like, and the mage can feel her resting her head on him, and for once, he can honestly convince himself that he's wanted, loved, cherished. When she lifts her head up and looks in his eyes again, he places his lips against her forehead and closes his eyes. She gasps, as this isn't something he'd normally do, but she knows it's a subtle invitation that asks her to return whenever she needs someone, because he'll be there. He won't run away, he promises, and she accepts this whole-heartedly, but already, it's too late.
When he opens his eyes again, the princess is gone. The mage can't breathe, can't bring himself to scream and call her name, and he wonders why everyone around him is still dancing, why they haven't realized the disappearance of his savior. Somehow, he moves, slowly at first, unsure of his next move, because she was the one who had been guiding him all along. He starts to run, no clear direction in mind, but he will find her, no matter what, whether or not he has help following behind him.
The music no longer plays.
Day/Theme: march 22, 2009 - lips that would kiss form prayers to broken stone
Series: Tsubasa RESERVoir CHRoNiCLE
Character/Pairing: Sakura, Fai D. Flowright
Rating: PG
A/N: Vague spoilers up to Volume 20.
The mage and the princess listen to the music and dance along with it. The princess looks beautiful tonight, just as she always does, the mage thinks. And then he thinks of himself, put together and presenting himself like a puzzle with too many missing pieces, and those that are there only create faint smiles and eyes that can pretend to look at her, but they aren't, really.
One, two, three.
The princess hums along happily, spins around gracefully, and the mage has no choice but to follow her every move. For some reason, he can't let go, no matter how much he wants to, so he moves clumsily and he thinks they'll fall, but he keeps going and keeps his grip on her hands loose. She notices this, notices the gap between them, and tries to pull herself closer, silently tells him to just enjoy the moment and ignore everything else. He simply moves backward, thinking he's on the wrong side of the hourglass, the side with too much time, and oh, why can't this be over already?
One, two.
The mage is barely aware the other people surrounding them. He's trapped with them, too, despite his wishes, but he can avoid them, and he will, no matter what it takes. It's only a lie, he knows, and so he watches the princess smile as they pass by others, and her eyes shine and then she turns her attention back to the mage, because he's important, too, whether he likes it or not. He realizes this, and he scolds himself for it, but he can't help it. He pays more attention to his movements, and moves slowly, carefully, and he doesn't feel like he'll fall so hard anymore. He tells himself that maybe, just maybe, he can stick around a little bit longer.
One.
It feels like it's just them now. There's only the princess, and the mage. There's no one else in the entire world. That's what it feels like, and the mage can feel her resting her head on him, and for once, he can honestly convince himself that he's wanted, loved, cherished. When she lifts her head up and looks in his eyes again, he places his lips against her forehead and closes his eyes. She gasps, as this isn't something he'd normally do, but she knows it's a subtle invitation that asks her to return whenever she needs someone, because he'll be there. He won't run away, he promises, and she accepts this whole-heartedly, but already, it's too late.
When he opens his eyes again, the princess is gone. The mage can't breathe, can't bring himself to scream and call her name, and he wonders why everyone around him is still dancing, why they haven't realized the disappearance of his savior. Somehow, he moves, slowly at first, unsure of his next move, because she was the one who had been guiding him all along. He starts to run, no clear direction in mind, but he will find her, no matter what, whether or not he has help following behind him.
The music no longer plays.