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maajna.livejournal.com) wrote in
31_days2006-05-13 11:40 pm
[13 May] [Card Captor Sakura] Like a Child
Title: Like a Child
Day/Theme: 13 May / love passed into the house of lust
Series: Card Captor Sakura
Character/Pairing: Implied Eriol / Tomoyo
Rating: PG
Word Count: 173
But there will be times when he holds her and the compulsion of his mouth on hers momentarily does not exist. Her slumbering skin, turned to him in the moonlight, reminds him of gardenias. He sees the black-blue strands of her hair resting against his pillows and thinks:
She is a menagerie of one-thousand nesting ravens.
Staring, he is astonished by his own poetry.
Inside his body, in a room of brass stars and Chinese silk, Clow lays a hand on his shoulder and smiles with his clever fingers.
He speaks to him not so much with words,
You learned to be a man long ago, Eriol-kun. Now, you will learn to be a boy.
These words fester inside of him until, after some anonymous days and hours of these mysterious passions, epiphany strikes.
Of course, he thinks with sudden clarity, and perhaps he is a bit bemused by his own foolishness, I see now.
Love would make children of us all.
Day/Theme: 13 May / love passed into the house of lust
Series: Card Captor Sakura
Character/Pairing: Implied Eriol / Tomoyo
Rating: PG
Word Count: 173
But there will be times when he holds her and the compulsion of his mouth on hers momentarily does not exist. Her slumbering skin, turned to him in the moonlight, reminds him of gardenias. He sees the black-blue strands of her hair resting against his pillows and thinks:
She is a menagerie of one-thousand nesting ravens.
Staring, he is astonished by his own poetry.
Inside his body, in a room of brass stars and Chinese silk, Clow lays a hand on his shoulder and smiles with his clever fingers.
He speaks to him not so much with words,
You learned to be a man long ago, Eriol-kun. Now, you will learn to be a boy.
These words fester inside of him until, after some anonymous days and hours of these mysterious passions, epiphany strikes.
Of course, he thinks with sudden clarity, and perhaps he is a bit bemused by his own foolishness, I see now.
Love would make children of us all.
