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Sep. 23rd, 2003 12:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sakon76There. Chapter five of Queen's Choice sent out to prereaders.
For the rest of y'all, here's the first bit of a Weiss Kreuz/MahoutsukaiTai! crossover I've been working on.
It was the early marches of the night when Aya came to his room and slid the flat box out from beneath his bed. His hair still dripped from his shower. Though the red of the blood had been washed off his body, he could still smell its tang beneath the scent of his soap. It never completely washed away.
He didn't turn on the light. It was best to let his housemates think he was asleep. He didn't want them to know some things about himself. He also didn't need more light than what spilled through the window to navigate through the contents of the box. Blinded, he would have known the shape, feel, and purpose of each of the box's contents. He took off the lid and set it to one side, on his mattress.
The wand was on top. He'd always thought its design a little silly, a little cute. In the end, like all of them, he'd never left his home without it. The wand had become that much a part of him. Its red crystal gleamed at him even now, yellow-silvered by the light, the greens and creams that dominated the rest of the wand's design washed out. It was one of the first things he'd learned how to make, he and Takeo-kun together, cutting and sanding wood, shaping and painting until the wands matched the image in the grimoire. He caressed that smooth wood now, and set it reverently aside.
Beside the wand was a stack of cards. He knew the use of every one, the chanted syllables that would go with each, that still place of concentration inside that was the same place his studies as a swordsman had led him. That place from where all right thought and action sprung. He could still hear it, his voice raised, chanting with four others--
The stack of cards were set carefully beside the wand.
Opposite in the box from the cards was another stack, this one of photographs, well-thumbed and well-loved. Takeo-kun, watching proudly as their three kouhai flew their brooms delicately, confidently. Sawanoguchi-kun, flustered at having summoned a winged textbook into the club room. Aikawa-kun, as photogenic as always, modelling her club costume the first day she'd worn it. Nanaka, berating a downcast Sae for tripping over her own feet again. Aya thumbed through them and others, each precious memory bringing a smile to his face, one his teammates now would have found strange to see. Eventually, though, the photographs too had to be set aside.
At the bottom of the box lay folds of black and white silk and a pointed witch's hat bent flat. He took the hat out and shook it. It snapped promptly back into the correct shape. He ran a hand along its cool, smooth brim.
If only....
For the rest of y'all, here's the first bit of a Weiss Kreuz/MahoutsukaiTai! crossover I've been working on.
It was the early marches of the night when Aya came to his room and slid the flat box out from beneath his bed. His hair still dripped from his shower. Though the red of the blood had been washed off his body, he could still smell its tang beneath the scent of his soap. It never completely washed away.
He didn't turn on the light. It was best to let his housemates think he was asleep. He didn't want them to know some things about himself. He also didn't need more light than what spilled through the window to navigate through the contents of the box. Blinded, he would have known the shape, feel, and purpose of each of the box's contents. He took off the lid and set it to one side, on his mattress.
The wand was on top. He'd always thought its design a little silly, a little cute. In the end, like all of them, he'd never left his home without it. The wand had become that much a part of him. Its red crystal gleamed at him even now, yellow-silvered by the light, the greens and creams that dominated the rest of the wand's design washed out. It was one of the first things he'd learned how to make, he and Takeo-kun together, cutting and sanding wood, shaping and painting until the wands matched the image in the grimoire. He caressed that smooth wood now, and set it reverently aside.
Beside the wand was a stack of cards. He knew the use of every one, the chanted syllables that would go with each, that still place of concentration inside that was the same place his studies as a swordsman had led him. That place from where all right thought and action sprung. He could still hear it, his voice raised, chanting with four others--
The stack of cards were set carefully beside the wand.
Opposite in the box from the cards was another stack, this one of photographs, well-thumbed and well-loved. Takeo-kun, watching proudly as their three kouhai flew their brooms delicately, confidently. Sawanoguchi-kun, flustered at having summoned a winged textbook into the club room. Aikawa-kun, as photogenic as always, modelling her club costume the first day she'd worn it. Nanaka, berating a downcast Sae for tripping over her own feet again. Aya thumbed through them and others, each precious memory bringing a smile to his face, one his teammates now would have found strange to see. Eventually, though, the photographs too had to be set aside.
At the bottom of the box lay folds of black and white silk and a pointed witch's hat bent flat. He took the hat out and shook it. It snapped promptly back into the correct shape. He ran a hand along its cool, smooth brim.
If only....
