Red String of Fate //*Whispers yolo away into the night*
Leave “Red String of Fate” in my askboxI’ll generate a number from 1-77 (YES SEVENTY SEVEN OPTIONS!)to see what is in our muse’s destinies then I’ll write some drabble based on the number generated.
61. Our muses are destined to fall into each others arms after one faints
He didn’t see it coming. One minute they were talking to each other and then Watanuki blinked, feeling long, silky hair tangling on his arms. He hissed, worried, a hand going for Yue’s waist to prevent him from falling completely, the other touching his shoulders. But he knew no matter how much he shook them, he wouldn’t wake up that easily. For that was no normal fatigue.
He could feel it. He had always felt it, somehow. Maybe it was the ethereal, absent aura Yue had. Or maybe it was his delicate mannerisms, silent movements, beautiful and yet, so cold. Distant. Fragile existence. He could feel it, now having the angelic creature on his arms, he could feel it. Your Sakura-chan will surely cry, Yue-san.
He embraced his form, hands holding Yue as if afraid to actually touch him. I can’t almost touch him. He saw it too. Light, soft white hair. And for a single frame, translucid.
"Aren’t Sakura-chan’s powers enough anymore?"