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ciirceeThis is for Auntie Becky (whom I don't know at all outside of the one time Meg refered to an 'Auntie Becky' in 31-Days). Because I've just discovered ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tomomichi and she says things about my fic that make me go a Li-kun Sakura-just-spoke-to-me-and-Daidouji-is-sparkling-at-me shade of red. In a good way. And Meg rec's me. I die of happy feelings.
Watanuki reminds her of Clow Reed.
It's not that he particularly looks like him or acts like him, it's that watching Watanuki with Doumeki makes her remember Clow as he was back when she still called him 'Reed'.
Reed loved to watch people fall in love. Look, Yuuko-chan, he'd whisper, nodding at two people who could be in any state of 'relationship' from hurling insults to being attached at the lips. Isn't that grand? he'd ask.
Sweet, was her usual reply and it ranged from exasperated to exasperatedly fond.
But look, no look, he'd say, smiling quietly. Don't you see it? You must see it. He'd look at her with that smile and those eyes of his sparkling like a child's. Let's follow them.
Peeping tom. She never reminded him that, if he wanted to, he could see the entire relationship unfurl from first glance to last breath. He didn't want to see. He wanted to watch. He wanted to feel it as it happened.
Occasionally she did say yes and when she did, they became regular fixtures in whatever bar, restaurant, market, or family home that Reed decided to stake out. They always had the best seats for watching, too.
The loves that she said 'yes' to were the ones that struggled, that went through hard places, and were never certain until that one moment when everything changed. Those were the loves that Reed wanted most. They don't know, he'd say, watching the verbal barbs being exchanged. But they're learning, he'd tell her sometime later, when the couple bumbled into some sweet spot where, for a moment, the universe teetered…but didn't fall.
Eventually Reed would show up with a bottle of wine and two glasses and offer a toast to first kisses. After they had had half a bottle each, she generally got a kiss too and Reed's fingers stroking the nape of her neck. Isn't it marvelous, watching them discover it? he'd ask, sighing into her hair. Isn't the newness of it all lovely?
She'd found out the hard way that Reed couldn't discover, couldn't learn, couldn't not know. He loved watching people falling in love because he, himself, couldn't trip.
Watanuki, with his frantic struggling and his constant questions, staring wild-eyed and uncertain and blind at Doumeki's wide-open arms, reminds her so much of Reed that she is almost never tempted to just slap him on the back of the head and give him an answer for a question he hasn't asked.
Instead, she smiles at him. Isn't it grand? she asks him and she can't help laughing and asking for a glass of wine when he asks What.
tomomichi and she says things about my fic that make me go a Li-kun Sakura-just-spoke-to-me-and-Daidouji-is-sparkling-at-me shade of red. In a good way. And Meg rec's me. I die of happy feelings.Watanuki reminds her of Clow Reed.
It's not that he particularly looks like him or acts like him, it's that watching Watanuki with Doumeki makes her remember Clow as he was back when she still called him 'Reed'.
Reed loved to watch people fall in love. Look, Yuuko-chan, he'd whisper, nodding at two people who could be in any state of 'relationship' from hurling insults to being attached at the lips. Isn't that grand? he'd ask.
Sweet, was her usual reply and it ranged from exasperated to exasperatedly fond.
But look, no look, he'd say, smiling quietly. Don't you see it? You must see it. He'd look at her with that smile and those eyes of his sparkling like a child's. Let's follow them.
Peeping tom. She never reminded him that, if he wanted to, he could see the entire relationship unfurl from first glance to last breath. He didn't want to see. He wanted to watch. He wanted to feel it as it happened.
Occasionally she did say yes and when she did, they became regular fixtures in whatever bar, restaurant, market, or family home that Reed decided to stake out. They always had the best seats for watching, too.
The loves that she said 'yes' to were the ones that struggled, that went through hard places, and were never certain until that one moment when everything changed. Those were the loves that Reed wanted most. They don't know, he'd say, watching the verbal barbs being exchanged. But they're learning, he'd tell her sometime later, when the couple bumbled into some sweet spot where, for a moment, the universe teetered…but didn't fall.
Eventually Reed would show up with a bottle of wine and two glasses and offer a toast to first kisses. After they had had half a bottle each, she generally got a kiss too and Reed's fingers stroking the nape of her neck. Isn't it marvelous, watching them discover it? he'd ask, sighing into her hair. Isn't the newness of it all lovely?
She'd found out the hard way that Reed couldn't discover, couldn't learn, couldn't not know. He loved watching people falling in love because he, himself, couldn't trip.
Watanuki, with his frantic struggling and his constant questions, staring wild-eyed and uncertain and blind at Doumeki's wide-open arms, reminds her so much of Reed that she is almost never tempted to just slap him on the back of the head and give him an answer for a question he hasn't asked.
Instead, she smiles at him. Isn't it grand? she asks him and she can't help laughing and asking for a glass of wine when he asks What.
