Sayaoran's views on a scene of Tomoyo and Sakura. Most likely a one-shot (oh, wow my first of this type on this site!).
A.N:
Was just thinking about this one morning, then turned on my computer and typed it down. Nothing particularly special.Disclaimer:
People who can draw and write better stories then me own the characters and the show/manga. I just wrote the story.Impressions
It isn't that she not beautiful, oh no. Not even an acquired taste. She's just one of those typical Asian beauties. Long, dark, flowing around a perfectly shaped face, with a button nose and cute mouth.
It's the other girl that sparkles my interest. She isn't half as beautiful as her friend, nor as perfect, but somehow she makes it all seem right and beautiful and perfect in her own way. Her short brown hair, always done up with some type of ornament, those green eyes. Magic is pumped through her blood, a magic unlike the one in myself, but one that makes her glow.
In stories, the other one may have well been the princess, but it would be the simpler, village girl that was more well loved and hankered for.
The first girl, has a walk full of grace and poise, whilst the second has a walk like the flame which burns in her soul, more like a run or a jump, even as she skids around on roller blades. Still, you can see her innocent, friendly and generous nature, as she tries to slow down and let her friend walk in time next to her.
Through different sounding, their laughs are the same, always erupting from their smiles. Full of everything that love and friendship own, of childhood innocence and the crisp spring days, full of sunshine and cherry blossoms.
The brunette, she truly is like the flower, as her name suggests. Pretty, giggling and longing to fly on the breeze.
The raven-haired is just the picture of calmness, a book perhaps. Sitting around, with a smile on her face, waiting to be picked up, but happy to just lie in wait till the reader was ready.
Each has a voice of their own.
One with the voice of an angel, almost so you could say it barely audible, always seeming to want to help or utter a compliment for the other. Its sister voice is quite a few decibels ahead of the former, jumping around excitedly, if pausing for anything, a breath and less a thought.
It would be madness to say I do not love the princess. But the village girl, she's the one that truly holds my heart.
Very short, I know. Please R&R!
… # Rei Ant # …
