Neverlands [May 10th] [Fai, Sakura] [Tsubasa]
Title :: Neverlands
Prompt :: May 10th, “Too proud to be a queen.” [31_days]
Characters/Pairing :: Fai, Sakura; Syaosaku implied
Rating :: PG
Warnings :: Meant to be set early in the series, but has vague allusions to spoilers for Fai’s backstory.
Wordcount :: 330
Summary :: He spins her stories, before she sleeps.
Notes :: …h-happy Mother’s Day. 8D;;
He spins her stories, before she sleeps. (It’s the least we can do, Sakura-chan - if we’re occupied with finding your feathers, you should at least have pretty pictures to make dreams out of and keep you from being bored!)
He tells her of a princess in a faraway land, in another world, with eyes the colour of the sea (she wonders, sometimes, if he means blue or green, but cannot bring herself to interrupt even long enough to ask), and hands still too small to hold. (She lifts a sleepy hand to press her palm to his and smiles at the difference in size, and lets his answering laugh distract her from the way his own fingers do not squeeze or fold.)
She has a dearest love, he says - and with the strength of the princess’s heart, it is a strong love indeed - but they are separated by walls, by barriers, by towers made of glass, that those hands cannot break.
Still, she does not stop trying, tiny fists beating and nails determinedly digging in, and she refuses to concede - because even if it may be better, safer, for her to do so, such things means nothing to her without him at her side; and she is far too pure-hearted and proud to break such a vow.
And Sakura nods fiercely to show she understands.
“What do you think, Sakura-chan? Will the princess find her way to her prince, in the end?”
“Of course, Fai-san,” she says, and yawns. (His words always follow such a careful beat, and he weaves his stories with such immaculate timing, that they always end just as she begins to truly drift.) “But I want to hear Fai-san’s ending of the story, too. What do you think?”
And he pauses to give her a smile long enough for her to fall, sprawling fast asleep across his lap; and if he has an answer or that final sweetest lie of fairytales to offer, she cannot hear.
Prompt :: May 10th, “Too proud to be a queen.” [31_days]
Characters/Pairing :: Fai, Sakura; Syaosaku implied
Rating :: PG
Warnings :: Meant to be set early in the series, but has vague allusions to spoilers for Fai’s backstory.
Wordcount :: 330
Summary :: He spins her stories, before she sleeps.
Notes :: …h-happy Mother’s Day. 8D;;
He spins her stories, before she sleeps. (It’s the least we can do, Sakura-chan - if we’re occupied with finding your feathers, you should at least have pretty pictures to make dreams out of and keep you from being bored!)
He tells her of a princess in a faraway land, in another world, with eyes the colour of the sea (she wonders, sometimes, if he means blue or green, but cannot bring herself to interrupt even long enough to ask), and hands still too small to hold. (She lifts a sleepy hand to press her palm to his and smiles at the difference in size, and lets his answering laugh distract her from the way his own fingers do not squeeze or fold.)
She has a dearest love, he says - and with the strength of the princess’s heart, it is a strong love indeed - but they are separated by walls, by barriers, by towers made of glass, that those hands cannot break.
Still, she does not stop trying, tiny fists beating and nails determinedly digging in, and she refuses to concede - because even if it may be better, safer, for her to do so, such things means nothing to her without him at her side; and she is far too pure-hearted and proud to break such a vow.
And Sakura nods fiercely to show she understands.
“What do you think, Sakura-chan? Will the princess find her way to her prince, in the end?”
“Of course, Fai-san,” she says, and yawns. (His words always follow such a careful beat, and he weaves his stories with such immaculate timing, that they always end just as she begins to truly drift.) “But I want to hear Fai-san’s ending of the story, too. What do you think?”
And he pauses to give her a smile long enough for her to fall, sprawling fast asleep across his lap; and if he has an answer or that final sweetest lie of fairytales to offer, she cannot hear.