Enigma Personified
By:Krizzie
Disclaimer:I don't own CCS
A/N: An attempt at present tense. Humor me.
Swift strokes marks graphite streaks across paper. Her arm flies with movement, her wrist twisting almost automatically with every line and curve.
She has no idea what the final image would be.
This was a first, because usually she'd have the finished piece already envisioned in her mind, but today she feels controlled, like her limbs have rebellious minds of their own, and no matter how hard she tries she wouldn't be able to stop them at all.
So she lets herself be moved.
She lets herself be manipulated, and lets her hand guide the brush along a canvas that she doesn't see at all. She sees color, and lines, smiles, and mischievous eyes, but after that she sees no more.
Her hand drops.
And then her eyes return focus, and just as soon, she stumbles. The palette drops to the floor but she doesn't worry about the mess, but the enchanting face staring back at her. For a moment or two, she is still and then she walks one step at a time, before reaching out to touch cheeks that look pale and sickly yet regal at the same time. Glittering almond eyes stare back at her. Even without the reflection of the sea, she feels washed-up. Her throat clogs up, and she feels like drowning.
It makes her wonder whether she should fear him.
His hair is prominent as always, looking tousled yet neat in a way that suits him. His thin lips, painted a light peach, is curved in that neutral little smile that never failed to irk her before she melted into a pool of lovesick goo if he quirks it just so.
Tomoyo Daidouji sighs, then sits herself on the floor beside the disregarded palette. Her hands fall on her lap before she brushes her hair off angrily. She is frustrated, as much as Tomoyo could, in this awkward turn of events. Who ever swoons at a painting? She scolds herself, because it is shameful for a Daidouji to be this uncoordinated and clumsy, if she dares call it.
Tomoyo decides this painting doesn't have to see the light of day for a while.
A/N: Eh…? So how was it? I'm used to past tense so I'm pretty unsure of this chapter… sigh… and the plot, if you could call it that... is not so concrete... review…?
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