Ho ho ho.

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Me thinks (because finals are coming up, because I am a masochist, and because it is that time of year) I'll be climbing aboard that holiday drabble meme. You know the drill. Gimme a concept/characters/pairings/whatnot and I'll see what I can do. Series are (in no particular order and prolly missing a few) Naruto, X, Yami no Matsuei, Puchi Puri Yuushi (for the obscure), Shamanic Princess (for the more obscure?), Saint Seiya, and, ah, hell. Toss in Fruits Basket. I'll give that a shot. Will try to get these done in a timely manner this time around, too.

Well. Here goes.

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No matter how many times Beth came, it always got her, how everything in the world of the spirits had to feel so /old/. A layer of dust seemed ready to rub off of every wall, and Beth had lost count of the number of times Berubel had gotten caught in cobwebs in just that first day there. The light in the hall was a low yellow, like aged parchment—and there was plenty of that lying around, too.

"This way, Miss Beth," said the maid with the eternal cheer of one well versed in all of dark bends and shadows they walked through. "Miss Kokoru will be very happy to see you."

"Thanks." Beth said absently, eyeing a empty picture frame hanging on the wall. "Who’s that supposed to be?"

The woman paused, her brow furrowed. She was old too, with many creases on her face. "That?" She brightened. "Why, that’s His Majesty!"

"Oh."

Beth decided to shut up, after that.




Kokoru’s room was the one place that seemed at least a little bit new, and that was only because it looked lived in with books open on the desk, and a sketchbook closed on the cushions of the chair. Kokoru herself stood by the window, looking younger than anything else but older in a way that was still new to both of them. She turned and smiled, her hands folded in front and her smile dainty and genuine. Beth watched her from over maid's arm, who held the door open and bowed.

"Miss Beth is here."

Kokoru’s eyes lit up. "I see," she said. "Thank you, Marie." Beth felt awkward stumbling in. More so when the Marie the Maid took her leave, and closed the door behind her. Four walls and a ceiling—Beth always had to get used to that.

"Hullo," Beth mumbled, looking down. The other girl’s hands wrapped around hers, a light and airy touch, fingers white as a ghost’s.

"I’m glad you could come," Kokoru breathed, and squeezed.




The bed was easily the most aged thing in the room, with it’s four posts and elaborately carved headboard made of long dead trees. Beth coughed when she lay down on it. The dust was there too—the dust was /everywhere/, and she could see the cobwebs, newly spun up at the corner.

"Would Beth prefer the garden?" Kokoru murmured close to her ear. Beth caught her breath and considered telling her yes, she liked it better when the wood was alive. Instead she rolled over and tucked her head under her chin, letting her drape an arm over her shoulders. The cloth of Kokoru’s night gown was light blue, and well spun--Not at all frayed, like the curtains over her window.

"No," Beth said. She preferred it just like that.

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