Eriol [slash] Tomoyo fic snippet:
Her eyes, the color of burning amethysts, watched from behind clear glass windows, the man conversing with his mother in the garden. About a marriage contract.
Him. Eriol Hiiragizawa.
How she hated the name. No, it was him rather, who she hated. Eriol was too beautiful a name for a monster like him. As if it wasn’t enough to suffer under her mother’s constant surveillance. He just had to barge into her life, declaring that he would marry her.
The bastard was bloody handsome [not that she actually cared]. He could have absolutely any female on earth [they drool on his feet]. And the fact that he was a billionaire helped a lot too. So, why her?
Charming, rich and famous Eriol Hiiragizawa. Why would she care any less?
She dropped a weak hand and the curtains fell back into place.
“Mr. Hiiragizawa, you must understand that I cannot let my Tomoyo marry you,” the Japanese businesswoman, Sonomi Daidouji said in a cold tone.
“The question remains unanswered,” the young and pale Englishman, stated, a glint of impatience present in his dark blue eyes.
“It is a matter I would prefer not to be touched,” Sonomi told him in a harsh voice, her tone rising noticeably.
“Did she perhaps tell you of her choice or are you making your own conclusions?”
“This case is closed, Mr. Hiiragizawa,” She said with finality in her words. “I bid you a good day.” With that, she picked up her documents and strode away.
“This is not yet over, Daidouji. I will marry your daughter. Whether you like it or not,” Eriol said softly once he was out of the brown-haired woman’s earshot.
He leisurely stood and walked out of the garden. As he was about to exit through the towering gates of the Daidouji mansion, he came to a halt as a hauntingly melancholic melody.
Can you still see your dreams in the distant, starry sky?
Are they more vivid than they were when you were little?
When one forgets to put the emotions that overflow in her heart
to rest, they burn the color of passion.
I used to believe without a doubt that I could reach my dreams, no matter how far they were.
But that me from long ago now sleeps inside my heart.
He searched for the source of the song and the singer but all was in vain. Disgruntled, the young lord walked out of the gate, dark violet cloak swishing after him.
She sang to keep herself sane. Her songs brought her to the surreal, where she could dream of a life that was not hers, a life that she longed for to be hers. Her songs expressed her loneliness, how she was suffocating under constant observation, how she pined for a life she could call her own.
A life she couldn’t have.
She had too little time to live.
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Erm… okay... that sucked. I’m still halfway done with this and I’m really, really sorry if it does not reach up your standards. Maybe a little criticism would do. It’s my first time doing a fic like this and I’m really scared of putting this up. Please help me. >.<
Just some criticism. I can take them, hopefully.
Oiya. Song lyrics is from AnC opening song – Scarlet. ^^ I love that song.
-- Refe-chan slept soundly and dreamt on 11:27 PM.
Just something that popped out of my mind today. Ish very weird, believe me. Was supposed to be something for my friend’s journal but it evolved into something more. Weirder.
Stardream
For those whose dreams
Reach up high
Endless, infinite,
As the starry skies.
For those whose dreams
Match the stars
Numerous and vivid
Shining with its own light.
We are the Stardreamers
Many but finite,
Numerous as the multitude
Of shining stars
Dark and light.
Warm and cold.
Grotesque and beautiful.
These are our dreams.
We are fated to dream,
A dream of light
Yet of dark.
They are hardly understood.
We are the Stardreamers
Dreamers of light
And beings to be,
Of hope and tomorrow.
We are the Stardreamers
Dreamers of the dark
And beings to fade,
Of despair and sunset.
This is us.
Our fate.
We cannot escape.
We are the dreamers of stars.
It will remain that way forever.
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Note: That was disturbing. O.O I never meant for it to be like that. It just popped out of my mind. Hehehehe. ^^ It’s confusing but it’s not like anyone will read this. XP Sucks. I suck at poetry. Lolz. XD
-- Refe-chan slept soundly and dreamt on 7:04 AM.
