Tamamom ficlet / Ouran musings
Élodie
She sat as usual, to the side, with a reclined chair and many cushions, in the dappled sunlight from the grand veranda, peering down, with half-closed eyes on her tiny charge. His exploding energy, immense like his grin, wore at her paper-thin grasp on her surroundings, but it wasn’t his fault.
She wished she could lift her arms to calm ( Read more... )
She sat as usual, to the side, with a reclined chair and many cushions, in the dappled sunlight from the grand veranda, peering down, with half-closed eyes on her tiny charge. His exploding energy, immense like his grin, wore at her paper-thin grasp on her surroundings, but it wasn’t his fault.
She wished she could lift her arms to calm ( Read more... )
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This line was wonderfully lovely, especially: The looks his father reserved for her eyes showed his sadness, (which she could just about take) and his love (which she could not).
(And I totally should have had a fic ready for Tama's birthday and I have forgotten. Horrible! And oh, what a lovely image of Tamaki taking over his father's role with all of his lovely eloquence.
My hearts breaks and it is very shiny!
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i don't often write stuff, because in words i feel a bit hopelessly clumsy.
i'm glad you liked it, that reassures me a little XD
i just can't write about the dynamics of Yuzuru and Tamamom though, that's totally your domain XD <3
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I think you did a fine job of not only conveying Tamaki's mother's thoughts and perceptions, but also what it felt like to be in her body when she was sick and weak.
I especially liked this line:
She was used to being dismissed, cast aside, but she wasn't easily defeated.
Lovely job. Thanks for sharing this. :)
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