Black Tea
summershine
Disclaimer: I do not own Card Captor Sakura.
He'd always preferred his tea black. Steaming, he would drink it while eating his bagel, his eyebrows raised at whatever topic he was currently reading in the newspaper.
I drank my tea black too. I'd always considered getting green mint tea, or perhaps an herbal orange – but the look on his face always stopped me. He was so – oh, charming, and haughty, and yet altogether dignified and wonderful while ordering his black tea, and I would always want to be just like him. And so when the smiling waitress would turn her beam to me, I would sit stiffly, mimicking my face so it could be just like his – and order my tea black.
I once recalled asking him to order raspberry tea. My buns were decorated neatly with florid bows, and my hands were neatly placed on my thighs – and he gave me a glance that wilted me like a flower bereft of its sun. I remember the look he gave me – his beautiful, fiery, molten, amber eyes just froze, and he gave me the iciest glare I believe he could muster at the time. I never asked him again.
And so when I walked by the tea shop on my way home yesterday, and found them drinking raspberry tea together, their faces bashful and certain – I wondered if perhaps, I would always drink my tea black.
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summershine: So, what d'you think? Meilin is my favorite character, and I've always felt so horrible for her that she can't be with the love of her life – Syaoran – and so I wrote this baby so I could sort of jot down my feelings. Anyway, thanks a bunch for reading! I have blueprints for a Tomoyo story next, but it's in the way early stages, so I'll try and update on its progress! Toodles!