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Selfish/Selfless [xxxHoLic, Ame Warishi/Zashiki Warashi, G]
Title: Selfish/Selfless
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dethorats
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Prompt: xxxHolic, Ame Warashi/Zashiki Warashi: looking out for her best interests - "That human's no good for you"
Word count: 335
A/N: For June 28th, Apologies for the lateness
She was asleep finally, curled up in the meadow with the wildflowers nodding over her like a gaggle of worried aunts. The Ame Warashi twirled the handle of her umbrella absently in her hand as she looked over the scene and scowled. It was quiet now that she’d shooed the tengu-karasu away, sent them out to hunt for delicacies to tempt their precious one. The Zashiki Warashi looked gentle and innocent in her sleep, nothing like the determined spirit that had gone after the Joro-gumo in a quest to rescue one boy’s eye.
The Ame Warashi sighed as she settled gently on the ground, smoothing her skirts before gently brushing a stray strand of hair off the sleeping spirit’s face. She wanted to be angry at that human, at the Time Witch’s chore boy, but he had been the one to save the Zashiki Warashi, going to a place where she herself could not. And it had been the Zashiki Warashi’s own decision to try and rescue his sight, a choice that the Ame Warashi knew the boy would not have agreed with had he known of it in time to prevent the foolish attempt.
“He’s no good for you,” the Ame Warashi murmured softly, more to herself than to the sleeping spirit girl. “I’ve told you and told you and look where it gets me.”
She laughed then, low and a little bitter, and threw her head back to stare up at the white whisps of clouds painted across the blue dome of the sky.
“Hypocritical of me,” she whispered, blind fingers unerringly finding silky strands of the Zashiki Warashi’s hair and curling in it as she remembered how flustered and worried she’d been when she found out where the sleeping spirit had gotten to, how she’d thought and thought about what price she could pay to the witch to get her back. “But,” the Ame Warashi turned to finally smile down at the peaceful Zashiki Warashi, “I suppose we just can’t help ourselves.”
Author/Artist:
dethoratsRating: G
Warnings: None
Prompt: xxxHolic, Ame Warashi/Zashiki Warashi: looking out for her best interests - "That human's no good for you"
Word count: 335
A/N: For June 28th, Apologies for the lateness
She was asleep finally, curled up in the meadow with the wildflowers nodding over her like a gaggle of worried aunts. The Ame Warashi twirled the handle of her umbrella absently in her hand as she looked over the scene and scowled. It was quiet now that she’d shooed the tengu-karasu away, sent them out to hunt for delicacies to tempt their precious one. The Zashiki Warashi looked gentle and innocent in her sleep, nothing like the determined spirit that had gone after the Joro-gumo in a quest to rescue one boy’s eye.
The Ame Warashi sighed as she settled gently on the ground, smoothing her skirts before gently brushing a stray strand of hair off the sleeping spirit’s face. She wanted to be angry at that human, at the Time Witch’s chore boy, but he had been the one to save the Zashiki Warashi, going to a place where she herself could not. And it had been the Zashiki Warashi’s own decision to try and rescue his sight, a choice that the Ame Warashi knew the boy would not have agreed with had he known of it in time to prevent the foolish attempt.
“He’s no good for you,” the Ame Warashi murmured softly, more to herself than to the sleeping spirit girl. “I’ve told you and told you and look where it gets me.”
She laughed then, low and a little bitter, and threw her head back to stare up at the white whisps of clouds painted across the blue dome of the sky.
“Hypocritical of me,” she whispered, blind fingers unerringly finding silky strands of the Zashiki Warashi’s hair and curling in it as she remembered how flustered and worried she’d been when she found out where the sleeping spirit had gotten to, how she’d thought and thought about what price she could pay to the witch to get her back. “But,” the Ame Warashi turned to finally smile down at the peaceful Zashiki Warashi, “I suppose we just can’t help ourselves.”