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fractal_mirrors2005-09-04 07:59 pm
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Drabble Meme #1 [Multifandom; English]
(Young Clow)
He had dreamt about wings again: one set white, another with a golden tint. He hadn't seen the creatures they belonged to; but he knew they were as beautiful as the feathers he was sketching.
A hand stopped his quill. Pay attention, his father chided him.
Clow sighed. Did he really need theories when he had mastered the practice? He was almost a man already... and when others his age learned to unbind their powers, he was learning how to rein them in.
Another reason to feel different...
But still, it was a good omen: in dreams, wings surrounded him.
* * *
(Tsubasa RC/The Solitaire Mystery)
Sakura's voice is toneless as she speaks.
"There was something, about Cards... but it wasn't me..."
She never finishes, as she collapses on her chair. Next to her, Shaoran lies unconscious already.
Fye is awake, but his eyes are distant, and he mutters to himself. Something about artificial beings...
Kurogane doesn't trust the little guy with the bells and much less his drink. Someone must remain sober. The brightly coloured bottle is tempting, but seeing the meatbun wave it reminds him of the risk.
"You drink it!" he barks.
"No need!" it replies cheerfully. "Mokona already knows who made him."
* * *
(Doumeki centric)
Shizuka was used to being the goalkeeper.
He didn't receive the spotlight that other players did. He didn't need it, either. Those who truly understood the game appreciated his talent.
His position wasn't about showing off; it was about safety. When their opponent presented them a true challenge, it didn't matter how well his teammates played. If he failed, everything would be lost all the same.
Perhaps it was fate, like Yuuko said. Perhaps he was meant to be the goalkeeper in more than one aspect, and provide some safety to Watanuki's running around.
He wondered if anyone would notice.
* * *
(Both Eriols)
They had more in common than first met the eye.
They were both travellers, or they had been at some point. They had both known what it meant to go back and willingly become little again. They were both dreamers, and they were both alone.
More importantly, they were both used to the many ways of magic, well enough so as not to be too shocked at their encounter.
Only the matching of names surprised the sailor, who marveled aloud at the coincidence. The boy smiled, and for a moment he looked very old.
"Names," he said, "are never coincidence."
* * *
(FMA/TRC, memory)
"So it is possible to reattach a soul to its former body," Ed muttered, his eyes gleaming with excitement. Fye nodded.
"Yes," he said, "but don't ask us how. It just... happens. I believe it's Mokona's doing."
"It doesn't matter if you don't know how. If it can be done, we'll find a way!" he exclaimed, full of enthusiasm.
"What we do know," Fye continued, "is that it has something to do with memories. Your brother has them all, doesn't he?"
"Yeah. We made sure about that recently."
"Then it should be fine, I think."
Ed grinned with pure happiness.
He had dreamt about wings again: one set white, another with a golden tint. He hadn't seen the creatures they belonged to; but he knew they were as beautiful as the feathers he was sketching.
A hand stopped his quill. Pay attention, his father chided him.
Clow sighed. Did he really need theories when he had mastered the practice? He was almost a man already... and when others his age learned to unbind their powers, he was learning how to rein them in.
Another reason to feel different...
But still, it was a good omen: in dreams, wings surrounded him.
(Tsubasa RC/The Solitaire Mystery)
Sakura's voice is toneless as she speaks.
"There was something, about Cards... but it wasn't me..."
She never finishes, as she collapses on her chair. Next to her, Shaoran lies unconscious already.
Fye is awake, but his eyes are distant, and he mutters to himself. Something about artificial beings...
Kurogane doesn't trust the little guy with the bells and much less his drink. Someone must remain sober. The brightly coloured bottle is tempting, but seeing the meatbun wave it reminds him of the risk.
"You drink it!" he barks.
"No need!" it replies cheerfully. "Mokona already knows who made him."
(Doumeki centric)
Shizuka was used to being the goalkeeper.
He didn't receive the spotlight that other players did. He didn't need it, either. Those who truly understood the game appreciated his talent.
His position wasn't about showing off; it was about safety. When their opponent presented them a true challenge, it didn't matter how well his teammates played. If he failed, everything would be lost all the same.
Perhaps it was fate, like Yuuko said. Perhaps he was meant to be the goalkeeper in more than one aspect, and provide some safety to Watanuki's running around.
He wondered if anyone would notice.
(Both Eriols)
They had more in common than first met the eye.
They were both travellers, or they had been at some point. They had both known what it meant to go back and willingly become little again. They were both dreamers, and they were both alone.
More importantly, they were both used to the many ways of magic, well enough so as not to be too shocked at their encounter.
Only the matching of names surprised the sailor, who marveled aloud at the coincidence. The boy smiled, and for a moment he looked very old.
"Names," he said, "are never coincidence."
(FMA/TRC, memory)
"So it is possible to reattach a soul to its former body," Ed muttered, his eyes gleaming with excitement. Fye nodded.
"Yes," he said, "but don't ask us how. It just... happens. I believe it's Mokona's doing."
"It doesn't matter if you don't know how. If it can be done, we'll find a way!" he exclaimed, full of enthusiasm.
"What we do know," Fye continued, "is that it has something to do with memories. Your brother has them all, doesn't he?"
"Yeah. We made sure about that recently."
"Then it should be fine, I think."
Ed grinned with pure happiness.