fic: Low Moon Night
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bonnefoisTitle: Low Moon Night
Series: xxxHolic
Pairing: Doumeki/Watanuki
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 314
Author's note: fic_promptly: any, any, do not go gentle into that good night.
With his yukata loose in the summer cool night, Watanuki took a drink of sake. It tasted like memories, both bitter and sweet. Spirits flew across the sky, hovering, but not coming near the house, not with Doumeki near. The moon was harvest golden, filled with new promise. Shining over new lives and millennia, so many people he will meet and perhaps damn. Yuuko never told him just how sad the house was, as if it had drawn up the sorrow of every confused person that stumbled across the path. Long after their passing, Watanuki and the house remember.
The house was his and always would be; it was inevitable.
"This wasn't a fate you had to take," Watanuki said.
Doumeki poked him, like old times of bickering.
"There never was even a thought of another option," Doumeki said.
Even as old friends and new friends passed, Doumeki stayed, tied in with the house's sorrow and with him. Bound together by the inevitable, gladly taking his fate.
Watanuki closed his eyes, the light of the moon still bright within him.
"...Thank you," he said.
Doumeki took his hand, a gesture more intimate than words. I will not abandon you, I will not leave your side, even if a thousand years pass.
Stuck in time, they drank and sat a little more to watch the passing of the moon. All too soon, the morning would come, and with it new people to come into their lives, leaving a touch of sadness with their passing.
But with Doumeki by his side, the sorrow of the house would never fully overtake him.
Series: xxxHolic
Pairing: Doumeki/Watanuki
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 314
Author's note: fic_promptly: any, any, do not go gentle into that good night.
With his yukata loose in the summer cool night, Watanuki took a drink of sake. It tasted like memories, both bitter and sweet. Spirits flew across the sky, hovering, but not coming near the house, not with Doumeki near. The moon was harvest golden, filled with new promise. Shining over new lives and millennia, so many people he will meet and perhaps damn. Yuuko never told him just how sad the house was, as if it had drawn up the sorrow of every confused person that stumbled across the path. Long after their passing, Watanuki and the house remember.
The house was his and always would be; it was inevitable.
"This wasn't a fate you had to take," Watanuki said.
Doumeki poked him, like old times of bickering.
"There never was even a thought of another option," Doumeki said.
Even as old friends and new friends passed, Doumeki stayed, tied in with the house's sorrow and with him. Bound together by the inevitable, gladly taking his fate.
Watanuki closed his eyes, the light of the moon still bright within him.
"...Thank you," he said.
Doumeki took his hand, a gesture more intimate than words. I will not abandon you, I will not leave your side, even if a thousand years pass.
Stuck in time, they drank and sat a little more to watch the passing of the moon. All too soon, the morning would come, and with it new people to come into their lives, leaving a touch of sadness with their passing.
But with Doumeki by his side, the sorrow of the house would never fully overtake him.
