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Borrowed without asking from laurus_nobilis by way of baka_deshi
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“So I’m your pet and Yue’s your doll?” (Keroberos) Clow Stories

Clow heard Yue stand and make his way to a window.  The curtains slid back to reveal bright moonlight, moonlight that  adularesced on the magical creature’s sweat.  In that moment, Yue looked completely inhuman. His wings hid the most human parts of him. Moonlight lit his eyes and glowed in the long cord of his hair.  His grace was liquid as he walked back to his maker.

~ Indian Summer, Hawthorn Winter (that’s from the uncensored version)3hidden chapters

He ran his hands over his arms, feeling his own muscles flex beneath the robes that Clow had designed for him, and thought of how it used to feel to be held.  He held himself, arms crossed over his slim waist, and tried to pretend that he was only waiting for Clow, that this was one of those times when his Maker would find him pining alone and scold him for it.  It was easy to remember those times in their long history together.  The sorcerer had seemed so unaware of the depth of his creation’s love, and Yue had held onto the jewel of his devotion until the day when his Master noticed and made it shine.  If Yue’s heart was like ice, it was like crystal, too.

// Being run through with a saber would feel better than this, // said Yue to himself, thinking of his words to Keroberos. 

Take Comfort

 

 

Lord Hades grinned.  “Because you’ve eaten the food of the Underworld,” he answered.

            “Oh!” exclaimed Sakura in dismay.

            “I do not eat,” said Yue emphatically.

            Sakura knew the truth of his often-repeated declaration.  “What has he eaten?” the priestess dared to ask.

            Touya laughed heartily.  “What hasn’t he eaten?” he answered with a peculiar quality to his question.  “More than a few pomegranite seeds.”

Misguided Angel

 

Chrys hurriedly buttoned up the white shirt.  “So I snuck out to Fredrick’s of Hollywood!  Don’t make fun of my foundations,” she scolded.  “Sonomi, your waist is smaller than mine… I can’t button this skirt.”

Matters of Chance

 

            And we spent another hour of the day together – well, a little more than an hour.  God, she smelled like butter.  Like butter and Georgio Red.

Best Wishes for a Happy Birthday, Touya

 

It was strange.  I had not eaten anything since that last meal by Clow’s hands, a meal that sat like a rock as he told us that he was dying.  I had never wanted to eat anything again.  And now my mouth was full of the taste of citrusy, fizzy jealousy because I wanted what Keroberos had, with Sakura, my Mistress, who I never called her by her first name, the way he did.  It burned when I swallowed.

The Universe is Resting in My Arms

I'm not sure this was a success... I'm cleary overly Yue-centric, heh.