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Title: Birthdays cakes and baby pianos
Fandom: Card Captor Sakura
Characters: Tomoyo/Meiling
Prompt:091 birthday
Word Count: 569
Rating: G
Summary: Tomoyo has forgotten her own birthday, but Meiling hasn't.
Author's Notes: Written for rhap_chan's birthday. link to my table
Tomoyo kissed her girlfriend absently, thinking of patterns and materials and exams. It used to be fun making clothes, and it still was, but now it was hard work. She was studying fashion and design, and was even getting some recognition in a few of the smaller magazines (ones run by one or two individuals, for a love fashion more than for profit). Meiling was studying business and Japanese and they lived together in an apartment halfway between their colleges.
They both loved what they were doing, but were so busy that sometimes they would only see each other at breakfast and when they were going to sleep.
Meiling was teaching Kung Fu to middle schoolers three times a week to earn some extra money and Tomoyo would occasionally sell a dress. They didn't have many luxuries and more often than not lived on instant noodles. Neither of them wanted to take money from their parents, though.
Tomoyo couldn't afford a mannequin, so all of her pinning up and adjusting was done with Meiling standing on a chair in her latest creation.
“Do you want a mannequin for your birthday,” Meiling had asked.
“Don't you like being my cute model?” Tomoyo teased gently.
Meiling smiled back down at the Japanese girl, who was looking critically at the dress with a mouth full of pins. She understood.
The day had been a frantic blur of deadlines and sketches that refused to take form. Meiling looked at her expectantly.
“Happy birthday, Tomoyo-chan,” she said after a moment of silence.
Was it? Tomoyo furrowed her brow and tried to remember what date it was. Had she really forgotten her own birthday?
“You forgot!” said Meiling, looking as affronted as if it had been her own birthday that had been forgotten.
“I've been busy,” Tomoyo apologized, “I can't even remember what day it is.”
Meiling's face softened.
“I made you a cake!” she said and taking her by the hand led her to the kitchen.
It had taken three attempts. The first one had deflated moments after being taken out of the oven and the second had burned in parts and not cooked all the way through in others. After that, she'd called in reinforcements in the form of Yukito and a slightly grumpy Touya. The third cake was perfect.
Meiling smiled widely and presented it to Tomoyo. Tomoyo looked at her smiling girlfriend fondly and accepted the strawberry sponge.
“Twenty one candles,” she said quietly.
“You're turning into such an old lady,” Meiling said cheekily, “I'll get your present.”
She sprinted out of the room and returned two minutes later with an awkwardly shaped bundle.
“It was hard to wrap,” she complained and put it down carefully on the kitchen table.
Tomoyo unpeeled the tape, being sure not to tear the brightly coloured paper.
“Don't you want to rip it?” asked Meiling impatiently
Tomoyo smiled at her indulgently, but continued to carefully unwrap her present. At last the paper fell away and a small red toy piano was revealed. It had thirty three keys, which on closer inspection, worked, producing a sweet tone.
“You said you missed your piano and that we didn't have room for one-” Meiling said, uncharacteristically shyly, looking at her shoes.
Tomoyo broke her off by hugging her firmly.
“It's perfect,” she said softly.
Fandom: Card Captor Sakura
Characters: Tomoyo/Meiling
Prompt:091 birthday
Word Count: 569
Rating: G
Summary: Tomoyo has forgotten her own birthday, but Meiling hasn't.
Author's Notes: Written for rhap_chan's birthday. link to my table
Tomoyo kissed her girlfriend absently, thinking of patterns and materials and exams. It used to be fun making clothes, and it still was, but now it was hard work. She was studying fashion and design, and was even getting some recognition in a few of the smaller magazines (ones run by one or two individuals, for a love fashion more than for profit). Meiling was studying business and Japanese and they lived together in an apartment halfway between their colleges.
They both loved what they were doing, but were so busy that sometimes they would only see each other at breakfast and when they were going to sleep.
Meiling was teaching Kung Fu to middle schoolers three times a week to earn some extra money and Tomoyo would occasionally sell a dress. They didn't have many luxuries and more often than not lived on instant noodles. Neither of them wanted to take money from their parents, though.
Tomoyo couldn't afford a mannequin, so all of her pinning up and adjusting was done with Meiling standing on a chair in her latest creation.
“Do you want a mannequin for your birthday,” Meiling had asked.
“Don't you like being my cute model?” Tomoyo teased gently.
Meiling smiled back down at the Japanese girl, who was looking critically at the dress with a mouth full of pins. She understood.
The day had been a frantic blur of deadlines and sketches that refused to take form. Meiling looked at her expectantly.
“Happy birthday, Tomoyo-chan,” she said after a moment of silence.
Was it? Tomoyo furrowed her brow and tried to remember what date it was. Had she really forgotten her own birthday?
“You forgot!” said Meiling, looking as affronted as if it had been her own birthday that had been forgotten.
“I've been busy,” Tomoyo apologized, “I can't even remember what day it is.”
Meiling's face softened.
“I made you a cake!” she said and taking her by the hand led her to the kitchen.
It had taken three attempts. The first one had deflated moments after being taken out of the oven and the second had burned in parts and not cooked all the way through in others. After that, she'd called in reinforcements in the form of Yukito and a slightly grumpy Touya. The third cake was perfect.
Meiling smiled widely and presented it to Tomoyo. Tomoyo looked at her smiling girlfriend fondly and accepted the strawberry sponge.
“Twenty one candles,” she said quietly.
“You're turning into such an old lady,” Meiling said cheekily, “I'll get your present.”
She sprinted out of the room and returned two minutes later with an awkwardly shaped bundle.
“It was hard to wrap,” she complained and put it down carefully on the kitchen table.
Tomoyo unpeeled the tape, being sure not to tear the brightly coloured paper.
“Don't you want to rip it?” asked Meiling impatiently
Tomoyo smiled at her indulgently, but continued to carefully unwrap her present. At last the paper fell away and a small red toy piano was revealed. It had thirty three keys, which on closer inspection, worked, producing a sweet tone.
“You said you missed your piano and that we didn't have room for one-” Meiling said, uncharacteristically shyly, looking at her shoes.
Tomoyo broke her off by hugging her firmly.
“It's perfect,” she said softly.