CLOSED! le alphabet meme
the alphabet meme
♥ pick a letter
♥ pick a fandom/crossover and a character or a pairing or a threesome
♥ example would be h is for heart ~ leia (harvest moon ds)
♥ multiple requests per person are okay (one per comment)!
♥ multiple requests by letter are also okay!
♥ please be a dear and leave some feedback, even if they're not your requests, i ( Read more... )
♥ pick a letter
♥ pick a fandom/crossover and a character or a pairing or a threesome
♥ example would be h is for heart ~ leia (harvest moon ds)
♥ multiple requests per person are okay (one per comment)!
♥ multiple requests by letter are also okay!
♥ please be a dear and leave some feedback, even if they're not your requests, i ( Read more... )
Yukito finds him in the old ruins, kneeling by the dusty ground and palming the old carvings. For a moment, his usual selfless being worries that maybe the king is spending a bit too much time here breathing this musty air that certainly can’t be too good for his lungs. For a moment, only; before he kneels by his side and lightly drags his fingertips over the drawings of the wings, which has the king looking up and at him; Yukito doesn’t exactly know what to do-the usual calling to reality won’t work, it won’t bring his Sakura back, and telling him he’s here is quite unnecessary-
-so he smiles.
The high priest’s attention goes back to the old carvings on the ground. Wings that can never quite lift off the ground, etched as deep underground as they are: voices that only Yukito can hear, singing dreams he can’t bring up the courage to say won’t come true. Not ever. He feels a bit like he’s profaning holy ground, here, despite how the mysterious invaders have done so before; but still. He knows by heart that these runes have been here long before he and the king and anyone he knows of maybe anyone he’s read about in the ancient scrolls, and most likely they’ll be here long after he’s gone. The moon tells him these things. Suddenly, there’s a soft touch to his fingers, quick, barely there, but just enough to fill his skin with foreign warmth.
He’s quick to retract, though. Not now, not like this.
However, the king’s hands are nimble and playful, and quickly Yukito’s fingers are interlaced with his. Touya laughs, and for once diverts his attention from the runes to take in his appearance (his head kind of lazily slanted sideways), whispering, “You don’t always have to be formal, you know.” Yukito knows. He’s working on it-really, he is. Now he barely addresses him as ‘King’ or ‘Your Highness’ or anything of the sort, but old habits die hard. What started out as childhood bickering became some kind of old couple’s squabbling.
(Well, not that either minds.)
Yukito knows how the people look at them each time they go out into the markets, how they smile at them as if there’s something that not even the moon can tell her dearest high priest. Like they’ve got a secret to tell, one that should be between the two of them, only. He knows the people won’t mind the day their beloved King declares his unwillingness to generate any heir. There’s Sakura, and Yukito knows Touya trusts her to find true love in Syaoran-or affectionately, the Brat-and make up her family, and if she doesn’t wish to, there is someone who will have what it takes to lead their people.
Touya is a good king, and like Yukito the people know he deserves happiness in whatever shape it might come. Even if it’s in the shape of the bony priest that’s always been there.
So, it doesn’t matter if it’s a little politically incorrect when they kiss or touch. Yukito knows that somewhere in the many worlds Syaoran is travelling there are alternate figures of he and Touya, and every single one of them is together, or inevitably will be at some point, because that’s the way things are. It’s a perpetual scheme they can’t fight simply because they are perfectly content with it.
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