imbrii (imbrii) wrote in imbrication, @ 2010-02-07 13:08:00 |
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Current music: | Kate Rusby - I Am Stretched on Your Grave |
Vienna Teng prompt 26, xxxHolic
Series: xxxHolic
Characters: Watanuki, Mokona
Pairing: implied 104
Type: angst
Warnings: off-screen implied death
Spoilers: only makes sense if you've read to Rou
Word Count: 225
Etc: Unsure if I left this too vague or not.
26 There are three cups sitting on the platter.
Mokona sees, and despite the dim glow of moonlight Watanuki can see the worried look it throws his way.
"Habit," he explains needlessly, emptying his cup of genshu far too quickly to appreciate the flavor.
"Watanuki..." the tiny black creature grips its cup tight, brow furrowed.
Smooth movements pour, swallow, pour, not caring that he's filling his own cup. "Maru and Moro have been doing laundry such a long time. You should check on them."
Mokona obeys hesitantly, pausing to look back as it hops away. He pretends not to see. Pour, swallow, pour.
Once alone, Watanuki picks up the third ochoko and walks barefoot to the Sakura tree blooming unnaturally red in the yard. With ceremony he pours it out onto the roots of the tree, trying to speak but the words catch in his throat. He stumbles back, glasses falling off his face as he grabs the bottle and upends the entire thing over the base of the tree.
Clipped phrases claw out of his throat. "You can have it." The bottle drops. "Have it all." His vision blurs further. "Stupid." He presses his hands, his face to the tree; rough bark on damp cheeks, stuttering breath caught in the small space as he chokes out words that absorb into the quiet of the night.