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[21-11-05] [Clover] Turn Away
Title: Turn away from your pocketful of memories and clovers
Day/Theme: 21st November 2005/ The real world is out there somewhere
Series: Clover
Character/Pairing: Gingetsu, Ran-->mild Ran/Gingetsu
Rating: G? I don't know. Ratings suck. I would show it to my offspring; how's that for a rating?
Author's note: I wrote...Clover fic? ...Clover? Huh. Con-crit welcomed. Slaps upside the head accepted.
Disclaimer: CLAMP! Who, damn it, own most of the really hot anime guys.
Dedication: Um. To people who write Clover fic?
Turn away from your pocketful of memories and clovers
Gingetsu pauses in his nightly lockdown of the house to look out of the window. The lights of the city are a misty glow, as pretty and diffused as the lights on a Christmas tree as seen through the branches.
Somewhere out there is the real world; full of friends who aren’t torn apart by sadness, little girls who aren’t kept in cages, and peace. Out there, somewhere, is the perfect girl for him. The woman his mother always wanted him to have. One who will love him and cherish him and make him happy and give him children and grow old with him.
He pulls the shades and turns away without touching the pane of glass. Ran is standing behind him, all but swallowed up by the shadows. “’S up?” he mumbles, rubbing at his eyes like a child.
“Just closing up for the night,” he answers and he reaches out to shift inky-dark hair through his fingers. Somewhere is a world full of barbers who give teenage boys stylish, expert haircuts whenever their hair starts to get too long.
“’Kay.” Ran smiles at him, looks past him to the drawn shade. “Is it pretty tonight?”
There’s no thinking about it, just a shrug. “Not really.”
Ran snorts and comes to him, all graceful long limbs and sweet breath and warmth. A familiar presence against his skin. Maybe the only thing that is. “You always say that.”
He wraps his arms around Ran and turns them both away from the windows. The real world has nothing to interest him. Nothing that makes his heart pound as though there isn’t any blood left in him, nothing that makes his lungs ache like the air has all gone away. The real world doesn’t have Ran.
The world outside the window will not notice when he’s gone, will never care.
Gingetsu doesn’t need that world.
“It’s always true.”
He needs this one.
Day/Theme: 21st November 2005/ The real world is out there somewhere
Series: Clover
Character/Pairing: Gingetsu, Ran-->mild Ran/Gingetsu
Rating: G? I don't know. Ratings suck. I would show it to my offspring; how's that for a rating?
Author's note: I wrote...Clover fic? ...Clover? Huh. Con-crit welcomed. Slaps upside the head accepted.
Disclaimer: CLAMP! Who, damn it, own most of the really hot anime guys.
Dedication: Um. To people who write Clover fic?
Turn away from your pocketful of memories and clovers
Gingetsu pauses in his nightly lockdown of the house to look out of the window. The lights of the city are a misty glow, as pretty and diffused as the lights on a Christmas tree as seen through the branches.
Somewhere out there is the real world; full of friends who aren’t torn apart by sadness, little girls who aren’t kept in cages, and peace. Out there, somewhere, is the perfect girl for him. The woman his mother always wanted him to have. One who will love him and cherish him and make him happy and give him children and grow old with him.
He pulls the shades and turns away without touching the pane of glass. Ran is standing behind him, all but swallowed up by the shadows. “’S up?” he mumbles, rubbing at his eyes like a child.
“Just closing up for the night,” he answers and he reaches out to shift inky-dark hair through his fingers. Somewhere is a world full of barbers who give teenage boys stylish, expert haircuts whenever their hair starts to get too long.
“’Kay.” Ran smiles at him, looks past him to the drawn shade. “Is it pretty tonight?”
There’s no thinking about it, just a shrug. “Not really.”
Ran snorts and comes to him, all graceful long limbs and sweet breath and warmth. A familiar presence against his skin. Maybe the only thing that is. “You always say that.”
He wraps his arms around Ran and turns them both away from the windows. The real world has nothing to interest him. Nothing that makes his heart pound as though there isn’t any blood left in him, nothing that makes his lungs ache like the air has all gone away. The real world doesn’t have Ran.
The world outside the window will not notice when he’s gone, will never care.
Gingetsu doesn’t need that world.
“It’s always true.”
He needs this one.