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Title: saturday afternoons with papa
Prompt: home

She's covered in flour, which Mama will undoubtably see and fuss about, no matter how hard she and Papa try to brush her off. But that doesn't matter right now when she's happily shaping tangzhong dough into bunny buns, using Papa's special dough shears to separate out the ears while she kicks her legs on the too tall stool that lets her actually reach the counter.

"You don't have to be so exact, Hinata-chan," Papa says, and she looks up with a smile.

"I want them to be perfect," she replies.

Papa laughs and ruffles her hair. "We'll make a baker of you yet."
nomorefeathers: (So worried)
Title: Sometimes, The Shadows Bring Light
Prompt: music

It had been intended as a competition, of course - almost everything is between the self-styled rulers of the realm. And those like herself are the play pieces, toys and trophies to show off in their masters' endless games. But the lady brought a young man with a crystal voice, and he sings... The language may be different, but she knows the song.

Zeit, dass wir uns endlich sprechen...

She's not supposed to sing, will pay dearly for doing so, but when his voice fades out she draws breath to continue.

Tomodachi o wasure wa...

Their eyes meet with new clarity, and voices blend, in defiance of their masters' wills. Memory thought forever forgotten returns on the notes of a song.

Tea

Sep. 9th, 2013 09:54 am
nomorefeathers: (So worried)
She wraps her hands around the teacup and sighs, her gaze lifting to stare out the window of the small cafe. The rain streaks down the glass, stripping everything outside to bare impressions of light, color, and movement. But even though the rain smears it into just broad streaks of color, she knows that across the street is the poster, bearing the face that both is and is not her face. Even through the rain her gaze is focused on it, a long moment of silence, hands gripped tightly around the tea cup, gazing out at what has been lost.

By the time she returns focus to it, her tea's gone cold.

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