Hmm…
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Time was crawling by.
Hiiragizawa Eriol glanced impatiently at the antique grandfather clock that was standing heavily on the thickly plush-carpeted floor in the tea room. Yes, the tea room. A room, specially designed to have tea. A room just for tea. How quaint and English-y. Of course, he was weird that way.
Eriol, with his hands politely clasped behind him, walked from one end of the room to another. And back again, occasionally staring hard at the clock. Back and forth, back and forth. In other words, he was pacing. He seemed almost impatient. An impatient Eriol Hiiragiwaza was not something to be seen everyday. In fact, he was more patient than most people. It was a fine aspect of Clow's many qualities that he had inherited. Patience. However, not when it came to Tomoyo.
Yes, Daidouji Tomoyo. Also known as The Girl Who Stole His Heart. Tomoyo, with her long, smooth raven curls and sweet, knowing smile and bright amethyst eyes that showed years of wisdom beyond her age. Tomoyo, who had the voice of a harp and the gentleness of a dove and the grace of a swan. Tomoyo, who was known never to be late for any appointments.
Eriol frowned. Of course, she wasn't late. After all, it was a full fifteen minutes before the appointed time. Still… perhaps the clock stopped moving. Eriol wandered out of the tea room only as far as to see the clock in the next room. Nope. Absolutely nothing wrong with the clock. Fifteen more minutes to go. Fifteen agonising minutes of waiting before his angel came.
No, she wasn't his angel. Not yet, Eriol thought hastily. Perhaps… was there any hope? Maybe a flickering spark in a tunnel of darkness? Any hint that she so much as paid attention to him? So much as knew of his existence? Well, he was exaggerating. Of course she knew of his existence. She was coming over to discuss getting her bestfriend and his cute descendent together, after all. She knew him.
Aah. Pessimistic thoughts flooded his mind. She knew him, but as a friend. A friend, helping to get her two friends together. A scheme. A plan. Sweet and innocent-looking Daidouji Tomoyo was not a force to be reckoned with. Inside, she was conniving. Cunning, even. All for the sake of her genki friend Sakura. The plot thickens.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Time was crawling by.
Hiiragizawa Eriol glanced impatiently at the antique grandfather clock that was standing heavily on the thickly plush-carpeted floor in the tea room. Yes, the tea room. A room, specially designed to have tea. A room just for tea. How quaint and English-y. Of course, he was weird that way.
Eriol, with his hands politely clasped behind him, walked from one end of the room to another. And back again, occasionally staring hard at the clock. Back and forth, back and forth. In other words, he was pacing. He seemed almost impatient. An impatient Eriol Hiiragiwaza was not something to be seen everyday. In fact, he was more patient than most people. It was a fine aspect of Clow's many qualities that he had inherited. Patience. However, not when it came to Tomoyo.
Yes, Daidouji Tomoyo. Also known as The Girl Who Stole His Heart. Tomoyo, with her long, smooth raven curls and sweet, knowing smile and bright amethyst eyes that showed years of wisdom beyond her age. Tomoyo, who had the voice of a harp and the gentleness of a dove and the grace of a swan. Tomoyo, who was known never to be late for any appointments.
Eriol frowned. Of course, she wasn't late. After all, it was a full fifteen minutes before the appointed time. Still… perhaps the clock stopped moving. Eriol wandered out of the tea room only as far as to see the clock in the next room. Nope. Absolutely nothing wrong with the clock. Fifteen more minutes to go. Fifteen agonising minutes of waiting before his angel came.
No, she wasn't his angel. Not yet, Eriol thought hastily. Perhaps… was there any hope? Maybe a flickering spark in a tunnel of darkness? Any hint that she so much as paid attention to him? So much as knew of his existence? Well, he was exaggerating. Of course she knew of his existence. She was coming over to discuss getting her bestfriend and his cute descendent together, after all. She knew him.
Aah. Pessimistic thoughts flooded his mind. She knew him, but as a friend. A friend, helping to get her two friends together. A scheme. A plan. Sweet and innocent-looking Daidouji Tomoyo was not a force to be reckoned with. Inside, she was conniving. Cunning, even. All for the sake of her genki friend Sakura. The plot thickens.