this is going to be a pretty much plotless fic... with 'i dunno' no. of chappies...
each chapter is pretty much a short story itself.
just simple musings of either characters...
standard disclaimers apply.
Absolutely wonderful: Eriol and Tomoyo's musings on each other.
Scent
Absolutely wonderful.
She had always smelt so nice.
Just like lavender, spice and pine cones, all amalgamated together to form a heavenly perfume.
And she always smelt the same. Whether it be the first thing in the morning, or after a particularly tedious P.E. class; she smelt the same.
It was as though the tender stalked lavender plant belonged to her. It was as though God had only bestowed her with the right of smelling so delightfully fragrant.
He was not the only one who thought she smelt good. Many male students of Seijyo High suddenly found the air to be highly alluring, when she passed by; with the exception of his cute little descendant of course.
He couldn't blame then; he was also caught sniffing irresistibly by a giggling Yanagizawa-san and Mihara-san who always said, "Even Hiiragizawa-kun has caught Tomo-flu!"
He had smiled and laughed at this absurd, yet arguably 'kawaii' statement.
He had once read somewhere (undoubtedly in those exciting magazines possessed by Ruby Moon) that if a person uses a particular kind of perfume, lotion or fragrant bath salts for a very long time, it ultimately becomes a part of their scent… or Layered scent, as they call it.
So when was it that Tomoyo-san had developed an affinity for lavender perfume? When she was 5? 6?
He would never know.
He found it very hard to believe that her scent was borrowed, and not natural. It seemed just absurd.
He thought she smelt like this ever since she was a tiny baby, wrapped in her mother's arms. Probably with just a tiny lock of black hair and big amethyst eyes. He sighed; she would make a most adorable baby.
And so, here he was, waiting for her to come, waiting for her delicate, yet lingering perfume to waft in his direction and enthrall him. He knew that going late would never do; for if he reached even 10 minutes later than her, the overpowering and harsh odor of chalk would delude her delicate fragrance and leave him all frustrated.
Softly padded footsteps snapped him out of his reverie. He looked up from his excuse to be here; his 'so called' incomplete French grammar exercise and smiled at her.
He let that delightful aroma wash over him and smiled wider. Was it just his imagination, or did she smell better than ever?
"Ohayo, Hiiragizawa-kun," she said politely. Eriol murmured an affirmative as she sat down, her mind engrossed in her choir book.
Eriol leaned slightly closer and smelt her hair. Definitely pine cones.
With a content smile on his face, he drew a sprig of lavender near the top right hand-corner of his book.
She smelt wonderful, alright.
i hope the charcters are not too sketchy... this thing just occured to me when i was on a vacation when an aunt of mine was grumbling about the fact that her son (my bro) always complains she smells bad... and that her husband and daughter smell wonderful... why, she even says that their clothes are sweet smelling! :P