[Fanfiction] [Crossover] Growing Old
Title: Growing Old
Author: angels_archives
Series: Ouran High School Host Club x Cadcaptor Sakura
Rating: K
Genre: Romance/Angst
Status: Complete
Theme: blue skies prompt # 29 ennui from day_by_drabble day_by_drabble
Word Count: 257
The rocking chairs are their favorite furniture. They bought it when they were newlyweds with jokes about how they would definitely spend their final days resting their old bones. Such optimism and happiness colored their marriage. So the pair of chairs sat at the front porch throughout the seasons: rain or shine, cold or warm. It is the testament of the unbreakable covenant of their union.
In beautiful summer afternoons like this, husband and wife enjoy the dappled sunlight and the song of the cicadas. No words need to be said. He reads from his books, she knits innumerable sweaters. (She always prepares for the coming winter.) They sometimes babysit their grandchildren and watch them in the yard with serene smiles.
Their marriage lasted for 50 years. Everyone envies them. They are blessed with fortune, fame and family. She thinks it’s wonderful that he lives up to his promise of loving and caring for her until death do they part.
Kyouya gives her a sly smile. He is still so handsome and so debonair in spite of his silver hair. “You’re lovely,” he says softly.
Tomoyo blushes like a girl. You can make a husband out of a host but you can’t take the host out of your husband. She is not startled when he places a hand on top of hers. Blue-violet eyes twinkle at his mischievous smile. She still possessed a girlish beauty that never fails to attract male attention whatever her age. “Thank you.”
They continue to rock together in complete and contented silence.
Author: angels_archives
Series: Ouran High School Host Club x Cadcaptor Sakura
Rating: K
Genre: Romance/Angst
Status: Complete
Theme: blue skies prompt # 29 ennui from day_by_drabble day_by_drabble
Word Count: 257
The rocking chairs are their favorite furniture. They bought it when they were newlyweds with jokes about how they would definitely spend their final days resting their old bones. Such optimism and happiness colored their marriage. So the pair of chairs sat at the front porch throughout the seasons: rain or shine, cold or warm. It is the testament of the unbreakable covenant of their union.
In beautiful summer afternoons like this, husband and wife enjoy the dappled sunlight and the song of the cicadas. No words need to be said. He reads from his books, she knits innumerable sweaters. (She always prepares for the coming winter.) They sometimes babysit their grandchildren and watch them in the yard with serene smiles.
Their marriage lasted for 50 years. Everyone envies them. They are blessed with fortune, fame and family. She thinks it’s wonderful that he lives up to his promise of loving and caring for her until death do they part.
Kyouya gives her a sly smile. He is still so handsome and so debonair in spite of his silver hair. “You’re lovely,” he says softly.
Tomoyo blushes like a girl. You can make a husband out of a host but you can’t take the host out of your husband. She is not startled when he places a hand on top of hers. Blue-violet eyes twinkle at his mischievous smile. She still possessed a girlish beauty that never fails to attract male attention whatever her age. “Thank you.”
They continue to rock together in complete and contented silence.