Fic: Words with Texture
I always thought words had texture and it somehow occured to me that I think Tamaki's name was like...well, you'll read it in the end.
Fic: Words with Texture
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The Host club theme is poets and storytellers, and so the hosts are playing with words.
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"I hear the sound of silver bells tinkling in the background every time I hear your name, princess, it tinkles pleasantly from your lips into the deepest depths of my heart. It is a wonderful name, as lush and perfect as you."
Tamaki's current patron blushed. "Oh, Tamaki, I think your name is wonderful too. I think it's like sunlight, bright and shiny like your hair."
Another patron spoke up. "No! No! Tamaki's name is majestic like royalty!"
Another one. "No, like a puppy dog!"
"The flames of love!"
"Destiny!"
"A clown!" (...the twins...)
"A flower!"
"A work of art!"
"Cake!" (Honey-sempai)
"...peacock." (Mori-sempai)
"Tamaki is Tamaki. His name doesn't need to mean anything else." (Haruhi, blunt as usual. Of course, the patrons seemed to warp her words into the romantic meaning of Tamaki's name being the pure essence of Tamaki and needed no other description.)
"Oooh, Kyouya-kun! Kyouya-kun! What do you think of Tamaki's name?"
Kyouya looked up from his notebook and actually seemed to consider the question.
"...Tamaki..." Kyouya seemed to murmur at his place to the side of the third music room, next to the window. His eyes were glazed, seeing something intangible to other eyes. "Tamaki..." Kyouya sighed again, louder this time, so the patrons could hear.
"I found at some curious point that, to me, Tamaki's name became like caramel. I used to think as Haruhi did, and that Tamaki was just Tamaki, a word to use to call another. But that changed the longer I stayed around him, and Tamaki became not just a word. Do you understand what I mean?" Kyouya's eyes suddenly flashed awareness across his audience, searching for the light of understanding. Most of the girls leaned forward eagerly, nodding their heads, professing how they found Tamaki's name sounded sweet and warm to their ears. However Kyouya looked on impassively, without a change in expression, but seeming to convey the slightest sneer at the words of blind love and adoration that the girls were spewing. He finally turned his head away, preferring to stare out the window than watch these delusional females, and he unconsciously gave the image of a philosopher contemplating the mysteries of the world, or an artist, trying to fathom the beauty of a pristinely white canvas about to be marred by the clumsy workings of a human trying to catch, and replicate that which nature had already made perfect. The chatter quieted down at this solemn image and Kyouya finally began to speak once again.
"I find that words are not truly a sound just to the ears, but are something to be savoured by the tongue, the mouth, the mind and sometimes even the eyes. Words have a texture to them when you keep them in your mouth and taste it before letting it free. Tamaki...Tamaki's name is like caramel, but I guess that may be true to only some people or perhaps only to me, because words, like a well loved story that is read over and over again, age over time with knowledge and experience of the subject and so new things are discovered or remembered each time you visit it and take you somewhere new, but it is a different journey for each person. So after knowing Tamaki for so long, saying his name is like caramel in my mouth, a soft and warm, but solid weight on my tongue. Sweet and yet slightly cloying in its sweetness when your mouth is dry or you take too much, but rolls beautifully around your tongue when it is moist and feels like it could slip easily down your throat without your needing to swallow, leaving a tingling aftertaste behind." Kyouya's face was tilted up into the sunlight streaming into the room, and it seemed as if he was savouring the taste, just now, heavy on his tongue. The students watched, enraptured, enchanted, entranced.
Kyouya hummed slightly, and then open his eyes again. "Tamaki's name can also roll off your tongue when you measure it, have you noticed?" No one tried to answer as the question was clearly rhetorical. "I find that strange, when his name has no rrr's or err's, but somehow fits with the texture of it, smooth but somehow made up of grains that you can rub your tongue up against and massage against your palate." The room watched, fascinated, as Kyouya's momentarily took the moment to roll his tongue in his mouth, as if experiencing the sensation once more. "It makes his name more full and gives it volume that, as a sound, it wouldn't otherwise have." Kyouya then smirked, suddenly staring directly into Tamaki's eyes. "And for some stupid reason, it makes you feel heady and warm, although it's probably just all the sugar going to your head and making you high."
Everyone was silent. Suddenly Tamaki stood up. He solemnly made his way over to Kyouya ,who was watching with a crookedly fond smile, his head bowed humbly down and his bangs hiding his eyes. When he finally reached the darker boy, Kyouya's name escaped from his lips in a sigh.
"Ah, Kyouya..."
Kyouya had a moment of foreboding.
Tamaki suddenly launched himself at the shorter teen, glomping him around the neck and began enthusiastically throttling him whilst simultaneously swinging him round and round. "Oh, Kyouya! I never knew mummy could be so romantic, to think of my name that way. It was so lovely and sweet and love, love, LOVE! You know I love mummy just as much don't you? Daddy thinks you're just the sweetest and nicest and most bestest mummy that daddy could have chosen. And you know, mummy? Daddy loves you and hearts! And-...!"
Over the distant noise of squealing fangirls, and Tamaki's gushing, and when did Renge pop up? Kyouya dazedly wondered whether he really should have tried keeping with the theme of poet and storyteller when he answered that question.
Owari
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A/N: and done! How was it? It was smoother in the flow than Make Me and I'm fairly pleased with it. I hope it conveyed well. ....Did it make you hungry? TELL ME IT MADE YOU HUNGRY!!!! I wants to be hungry...*wanders off*
Fic: Words with Texture
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The Host club theme is poets and storytellers, and so the hosts are playing with words.
~~~~~~
"I hear the sound of silver bells tinkling in the background every time I hear your name, princess, it tinkles pleasantly from your lips into the deepest depths of my heart. It is a wonderful name, as lush and perfect as you."
Tamaki's current patron blushed. "Oh, Tamaki, I think your name is wonderful too. I think it's like sunlight, bright and shiny like your hair."
Another patron spoke up. "No! No! Tamaki's name is majestic like royalty!"
Another one. "No, like a puppy dog!"
"The flames of love!"
"Destiny!"
"A clown!" (...the twins...)
"A flower!"
"A work of art!"
"Cake!" (Honey-sempai)
"...peacock." (Mori-sempai)
"Tamaki is Tamaki. His name doesn't need to mean anything else." (Haruhi, blunt as usual. Of course, the patrons seemed to warp her words into the romantic meaning of Tamaki's name being the pure essence of Tamaki and needed no other description.)
"Oooh, Kyouya-kun! Kyouya-kun! What do you think of Tamaki's name?"
Kyouya looked up from his notebook and actually seemed to consider the question.
"...Tamaki..." Kyouya seemed to murmur at his place to the side of the third music room, next to the window. His eyes were glazed, seeing something intangible to other eyes. "Tamaki..." Kyouya sighed again, louder this time, so the patrons could hear.
"I found at some curious point that, to me, Tamaki's name became like caramel. I used to think as Haruhi did, and that Tamaki was just Tamaki, a word to use to call another. But that changed the longer I stayed around him, and Tamaki became not just a word. Do you understand what I mean?" Kyouya's eyes suddenly flashed awareness across his audience, searching for the light of understanding. Most of the girls leaned forward eagerly, nodding their heads, professing how they found Tamaki's name sounded sweet and warm to their ears. However Kyouya looked on impassively, without a change in expression, but seeming to convey the slightest sneer at the words of blind love and adoration that the girls were spewing. He finally turned his head away, preferring to stare out the window than watch these delusional females, and he unconsciously gave the image of a philosopher contemplating the mysteries of the world, or an artist, trying to fathom the beauty of a pristinely white canvas about to be marred by the clumsy workings of a human trying to catch, and replicate that which nature had already made perfect. The chatter quieted down at this solemn image and Kyouya finally began to speak once again.
"I find that words are not truly a sound just to the ears, but are something to be savoured by the tongue, the mouth, the mind and sometimes even the eyes. Words have a texture to them when you keep them in your mouth and taste it before letting it free. Tamaki...Tamaki's name is like caramel, but I guess that may be true to only some people or perhaps only to me, because words, like a well loved story that is read over and over again, age over time with knowledge and experience of the subject and so new things are discovered or remembered each time you visit it and take you somewhere new, but it is a different journey for each person. So after knowing Tamaki for so long, saying his name is like caramel in my mouth, a soft and warm, but solid weight on my tongue. Sweet and yet slightly cloying in its sweetness when your mouth is dry or you take too much, but rolls beautifully around your tongue when it is moist and feels like it could slip easily down your throat without your needing to swallow, leaving a tingling aftertaste behind." Kyouya's face was tilted up into the sunlight streaming into the room, and it seemed as if he was savouring the taste, just now, heavy on his tongue. The students watched, enraptured, enchanted, entranced.
Kyouya hummed slightly, and then open his eyes again. "Tamaki's name can also roll off your tongue when you measure it, have you noticed?" No one tried to answer as the question was clearly rhetorical. "I find that strange, when his name has no rrr's or err's, but somehow fits with the texture of it, smooth but somehow made up of grains that you can rub your tongue up against and massage against your palate." The room watched, fascinated, as Kyouya's momentarily took the moment to roll his tongue in his mouth, as if experiencing the sensation once more. "It makes his name more full and gives it volume that, as a sound, it wouldn't otherwise have." Kyouya then smirked, suddenly staring directly into Tamaki's eyes. "And for some stupid reason, it makes you feel heady and warm, although it's probably just all the sugar going to your head and making you high."
Everyone was silent. Suddenly Tamaki stood up. He solemnly made his way over to Kyouya ,who was watching with a crookedly fond smile, his head bowed humbly down and his bangs hiding his eyes. When he finally reached the darker boy, Kyouya's name escaped from his lips in a sigh.
"Ah, Kyouya..."
Kyouya had a moment of foreboding.
Tamaki suddenly launched himself at the shorter teen, glomping him around the neck and began enthusiastically throttling him whilst simultaneously swinging him round and round. "Oh, Kyouya! I never knew mummy could be so romantic, to think of my name that way. It was so lovely and sweet and love, love, LOVE! You know I love mummy just as much don't you? Daddy thinks you're just the sweetest and nicest and most bestest mummy that daddy could have chosen. And you know, mummy? Daddy loves you and hearts! And-...!"
Over the distant noise of squealing fangirls, and Tamaki's gushing, and when did Renge pop up? Kyouya dazedly wondered whether he really should have tried keeping with the theme of poet and storyteller when he answered that question.
Owari
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A/N: and done! How was it? It was smoother in the flow than Make Me and I'm fairly pleased with it. I hope it conveyed well. ....Did it make you hungry? TELL ME IT MADE YOU HUNGRY!!!! I wants to be hungry...*wanders off*