Trio Maxwell-Chang (trio) wrote in fictionaltrio, @ 2007-08-11 23:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | fujimiya ran, naoe nagi, schuldig, weiß kreuz |
[Weiß Kreuz] Sewing
Title: Sewing
Author: Trio Maxwell-Chang
Fandom: Weiß Kreuz
Pairing or POV: Nagi/Aya
Written for: petermaxwell
Special Note: Because when I asked, he told me what to write.
It was easier than it looked, Nagi thought, glaring at the offending bits of fabric. The website he'd found helped some, but actual sewing still felt foreign. Even then, parts had been easy. The body was simply a cutout, sewn together and stuffed carefully. The clothing had taken longer, because Nagi took ages to settle on who to make. It had to be someone from his life, of course. Otherwise, what was the point? Ultimately, it was the latest mission that had given him the idea.
The needle slipped through the pieces of material by itself, Nagi's concentration and power guiding it. No risked fingers this way, which didn't really matter overly much for a telekinetic. But he didn't particularly like pain, so avoiding pricked fingers was good. He'd been trying to think of what to clothe the naked doll in for some time when Schuldig's words caught him, the mental question catching him off-guard.
**They haunt you, don't they? Those eyes of his...** Only that, and Nagi had desperately refused to answer. The telepath stole the response anyway, as Nagi had expected, and the resultant nasal chuckle had followed him to bed the night before. But the words haunted him just as the eyes had, and he considered carefully before piecing together the outfit in his mind. He'd had to go out that afternoon to buy more fabric, but seeing the doll take shape, he wasn't displeased.
Watching the needle put the finishing touches on the outfit, he measured it again against the naked doll and smiled. Perfect. Without touching the soft toy, he clothed it, then considered. The website had some wonderful suggestions about how to handle the hair, but even so, it was going to take a while to prepare it. With a sigh, he sat the bald toy aside. It looked wrong, somehow, that outfit with no hair, and he snickered. No face, either, but the face could come last, when he'd found the perfect color of thread for the eyes.
That night, he dreamt of those eyes again, the clear jewel-tones descending into the darkness of passion. Sex had been on his mind far too much lately, threatening to take over everything... even this. Or was it something deeper?, he wondered, as those darkened eyes softened. Imaginary arms surrounded him, holding him close in a cuddle, and Nagi bolted up, panting as he tried to catch his breath.
**Strange phobias, little boy,** Schuldig taunted. **You'd almost think you wanted him. He'd as soon kill you as kiss you... though if you're really good, you could probably manage both.**
**Fuck off, Schuldig,** he replied, glaring as he read the directions on how to attach the hair.
He'd have to redo the doll... Damn...