AN: Just got back from hiking my calves are on fire and uuunnnnggghhh. Screw my life, and screw my life hard.
This one is extra fluffy, because the latest Tokyo Ghoul chapter is enough angst to drown fifty rabid bears as big as tanks.
In other news, a teacher strike is going on in my part of the world. My summer vacation has just been extended indefinitely, not that I'm happy about that. Makes getting back into the routine a right bitch.
In other other news, update!
[Other Side of the Mirror]
He turned from his books as he sensed the other walk in front of the mirror. "Hello, Aibou."
Yugi smiled at him and deposited his own pile of books, no less dusty than the ones in his. "Hey, Yami. Look at what I finally found buried deep inside the Sprite Archives!"
Yami blinked as he read down the spines of the leather-bound tomes. "Exodus of Lilith?! I've been looking for that for...for...months! That thing has the original incantation of the Thelma spell, which proved the Heron Principle! Are you telling me that it was in the Sprite Archives?!"
Yugi frowned. "...There's nothing wrong with it being in the Sprite Archives."
"...the Sprites, aibou? The ones that can't muster enough concentration to finish reading The Cat in the Hat? It's like seeing a library for two-year-olds have books on quantum incantations."
"Okay, I can't really argue with that. Maybe one of them thought the cover was really pretty and just hoarded it, and then forgot about it?" Yugi said as he skimmed the book, trying to find the incantation. "Oooooh, look! Look! I found the first Pillar Rune for summoning the Silent Swordsman! I didn't know that was in here! Now all I need is the other rune to do it. I'll have to adjust my spellbook to fit him, but I know Kuriboh would just love him to bits."
Yami blinked, and reached out for one of the books on his table. "I came across it in the Index the other day. Would you like me to read it out first?"
Yugi agreed quite enthusiastically, and they spent the evening reading, talking, and laughing with each other.
"It's getting late over here, Yami. I better head off to bed. You have that casting tomorrow, right? Best of luck on that, by the way." Yugi said as he tried to smother another yawn.
He chuckled as he closed the last of the books. "And I know you have the Shumann Hall lecture tomorrow. Time flies when I'm talking with you."
"Goodnight then, Yami." The shorter of the two leaned forward and kissed the other through the glass of the mirror.
"Goodnight, Yugi."
The spell-connection ended, and Yami was left staring at his own reflection. The mage sighed, and blew out his candle.
Long-distance relationships were hard, but for some people, they were totally worth it.
There were some mornings when you just know that things were going to go terribly wrong. This was one of those mornings.
For Yami, it started with the sugar-high sprite crashing through his window at five in the morning.
And it continued with the exploding coffee maker, the student who accidentally wrote פיצוץinstead of להבה so that instead of a steady flame it ended up way wrong (those words look nothing alike so Yami felt slightly justified in handing him detention time and the unenviable task of cleaning up the shattered glass without magic), and the Sumerian witch-in-residence who insisted on predicting his fate of dark powers. As if he and the rest of the university didn't already know that, she then had to proclaim it to the rest of them in very public fashion, involving full-scale nudity and harassing of passers-by. After she snapped out of the trance she burst into tears and ran off. He had to remind himself that it wasn't exactly her fault.
Yami collapsed into bed, utterly exhausted. What a hectic day, and it was only Tuesday. The gods are pissed at him for something he had done, and boy were they holding a grudge.
The sound of the mirror-spell starting up woke him from his stupor, and Yami sat up, eager to get at least one bright point out of today. "Hello, Aibou."
He took in the other's flushed cheeks, bright eyes and excited expression. "What's going on? Are you alright?"
"More than alright! Guess who's getting tenure at Millennium!" Yugi did a little twirl in front of the mirror, his grin stretching his face.
"Really?!" Yami said, then yelped as he fell off his bed. Damn it, his legs had fallen asleep!
"...did you just...fall off your bed in excitement?" An awkward silence. Then Yugi doubled over himself and started laughing. Yami joined in, happier than he could remember being for a while.
At the end of the night, the both of them breathless from laughing, Yugi ended the spell from his end of the world, and Yami turned in for the night.
His last thought before he fell asleep was that in the end the day didn't turn out so bad after all.
AU where they're both mages, and have this sort of long-distance relationship going on through magical mirrors. They get through the months of not seeing each other except at the yearly gathering by having cute dorky conversations with each other through the mirror-com.
Because they're adorable like that.
For some reason, this drabble doesn't quite flow as much as my other ones, because for some reason, it refused to be ended on a good note. I just couldn't tie it off neatly, but meh.
Why are all of my stories so fluffy lately? For any of you looking for angst, don't worry; I'm sure it'll end up here...eventually.
Excuse me while I go cry over Tokyo Ghoul. I may or may not start writing fluffy Nobody Dies Everybody Lives fic for it, because Jesus H. Christ everyone in that seriously deserves a big hug and the knowledge of what cookies should taste like. And probably a baby or two to huggle. I'm looking at you, Nishiki and Kimi!
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