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dethoratsTitle: Petal Poetry
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kasumi/Maggie
Word Count: 392
When Kasumi opened her eyes, blinking in the faint but warm morning sunshine that gilded Nerima and had chosen to sneak in through her blinds, it took her a moment or two to realize that her room looked different. Very different. Overnight it had been filled with a profusion of flowers, a near riot of blossoms spilling off of her bookcase and desk, and a bouquet had sprung up out of her trashcan. Violets, peonies, tulips, daffodils, a cluster of mums in pink and purple that made the corner of her mouth twitch up into a smile wider that the usual placid one that graced her face, it was the single rose that she finally settled her sights on. Singular among the blooms, it was big but impossibly delicate, a marvel come into existence there on her small nightstand. Kasumi gazed at it for a long while, her face soft with pleasure, until a sharp noise from somewhere below her snagged her attention.
A distressing clatter of ceramic ware and metals pots drifted upward, followed by indistinct shouting and then a familiar, frustrated cry of “Ranma, you IDIOT!” The undeniable sound of a body hitting the floor made Kasumi wince and she sighed a little as Akane stomped up the stairs to fume so that she wouldn’t turn inward to face her shortcomings. Normally she would have climbed out of bed, comforted her sister and found an ice pack for Ranma. But she was comfortable wrapped up in her soft sheets and for once she didn’t have to make breakfast. A warm puff of air tickled her neck and Kasumi turned her attention away from her sister. The rose caught her eye again, white with lines of sleek, graceful black. She could just read the kanji on the outer petal, and she smiled at the stanza that had remained legible to the world. It was incredible and no doubt had been made unconsciously and a faint trace of heat and color graced Kasumi’s cheeks when she realized when it must have been formed. Her lips quirked when she imagined the expression on its maker’s face when she finally woke up and saw it. Kasumi pulled her attention away from the rose, shifted so that she could nuzzle into fluffy dark hair. With any luck Maggie wouldn’t mind taking her to brunch instead.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kasumi/Maggie
Word Count: 392
When Kasumi opened her eyes, blinking in the faint but warm morning sunshine that gilded Nerima and had chosen to sneak in through her blinds, it took her a moment or two to realize that her room looked different. Very different. Overnight it had been filled with a profusion of flowers, a near riot of blossoms spilling off of her bookcase and desk, and a bouquet had sprung up out of her trashcan. Violets, peonies, tulips, daffodils, a cluster of mums in pink and purple that made the corner of her mouth twitch up into a smile wider that the usual placid one that graced her face, it was the single rose that she finally settled her sights on. Singular among the blooms, it was big but impossibly delicate, a marvel come into existence there on her small nightstand. Kasumi gazed at it for a long while, her face soft with pleasure, until a sharp noise from somewhere below her snagged her attention.
A distressing clatter of ceramic ware and metals pots drifted upward, followed by indistinct shouting and then a familiar, frustrated cry of “Ranma, you IDIOT!” The undeniable sound of a body hitting the floor made Kasumi wince and she sighed a little as Akane stomped up the stairs to fume so that she wouldn’t turn inward to face her shortcomings. Normally she would have climbed out of bed, comforted her sister and found an ice pack for Ranma. But she was comfortable wrapped up in her soft sheets and for once she didn’t have to make breakfast. A warm puff of air tickled her neck and Kasumi turned her attention away from her sister. The rose caught her eye again, white with lines of sleek, graceful black. She could just read the kanji on the outer petal, and she smiled at the stanza that had remained legible to the world. It was incredible and no doubt had been made unconsciously and a faint trace of heat and color graced Kasumi’s cheeks when she realized when it must have been formed. Her lips quirked when she imagined the expression on its maker’s face when she finally woke up and saw it. Kasumi pulled her attention away from the rose, shifted so that she could nuzzle into fluffy dark hair. With any luck Maggie wouldn’t mind taking her to brunch instead.
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Date: 2007-12-07 07:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-07 11:26 pm (UTC)Also, I think it is awesome that you can write readable history, because while I can talk about history in such a way as to make it accessible, my papers in college were all rather stilted. Maybe if I were just allowed to burble on, I'd do okay. XD