Week 65: One-Shot Heating Up Theme
Title: A Watched Pot
Author: vallana
Genre: General
Rating: G
Words: 379
Universe: Canon
Kaede sat, waiting for the water to heat for her tea. The pain in her joints seemed to flared up more often these days. As she sat, she thought about the complicated situation that had been developing over the last few months. Years really, she corrected herself, if one was to start from the true beginning. Even though, it had only been recently that circumstances had begun to thrust them together, again and again so forcefully. Their destinies seemed to have become hopelessly entangled upon their first meeting, causing them to circle, pulling the remaining threads taut.
She wondered which had come first: if it had been Kagome’s carefree attitude and willingness to withhold judgement in favour of friendship that had endeared her to him, or if it had been his unwavering strength and unshakeable loyalty that had won over the young miko. Perhaps it had been both. Perhaps it had been neither. Perhaps they themselves did know.
For a time Kaede had feared that Kagome’s growing infatuation with the demon lord was one-sided. It was true that the reports of him near the small village had become more frequent, but it could have been the power of the jewel or his father’s sword that drew his interest. She had also taken notice of an extra set of footprints near the Bone Eater’s Well that her well-trained senses told her belonged to a powerful demon. It hadn’t been until she had actually spotted him standing by the well one morning that her fears had abated. She had been lucky to approach from down wind and silently enough that he didn’t notice her presence long before she crested the gentle slope. She watched as he plucked something from the boards of the well and brought it to his nose. Forcing her eyes to focus, she found it was a hair, and as he inhaled the scent that clung to it he smiled; a real smile.
They were like a watched pot, she realized as she poured the now hot water into her cup, waiting to boil. It would happen when it was least expected and probably while no one was looking. ‘Yes,’ she thought smiling at the cooking vessel in her hand, ‘just like a watched pot...’
Author: vallana
Genre: General
Rating: G
Words: 379
Universe: Canon
Kaede sat, waiting for the water to heat for her tea. The pain in her joints seemed to flared up more often these days. As she sat, she thought about the complicated situation that had been developing over the last few months. Years really, she corrected herself, if one was to start from the true beginning. Even though, it had only been recently that circumstances had begun to thrust them together, again and again so forcefully. Their destinies seemed to have become hopelessly entangled upon their first meeting, causing them to circle, pulling the remaining threads taut.
She wondered which had come first: if it had been Kagome’s carefree attitude and willingness to withhold judgement in favour of friendship that had endeared her to him, or if it had been his unwavering strength and unshakeable loyalty that had won over the young miko. Perhaps it had been both. Perhaps it had been neither. Perhaps they themselves did know.
For a time Kaede had feared that Kagome’s growing infatuation with the demon lord was one-sided. It was true that the reports of him near the small village had become more frequent, but it could have been the power of the jewel or his father’s sword that drew his interest. She had also taken notice of an extra set of footprints near the Bone Eater’s Well that her well-trained senses told her belonged to a powerful demon. It hadn’t been until she had actually spotted him standing by the well one morning that her fears had abated. She had been lucky to approach from down wind and silently enough that he didn’t notice her presence long before she crested the gentle slope. She watched as he plucked something from the boards of the well and brought it to his nose. Forcing her eyes to focus, she found it was a hair, and as he inhaled the scent that clung to it he smiled; a real smile.
They were like a watched pot, she realized as she poured the now hot water into her cup, waiting to boil. It would happen when it was least expected and probably while no one was looking. ‘Yes,’ she thought smiling at the cooking vessel in her hand, ‘just like a watched pot...’