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Out of My League - SongficIt's her hair and her eyes today,Out of My League - Songfic by Shirekat
That just simply take me away.
And the feeling that I'm falling further in love
Makes me shiver but in a good way.
Fakir watched Ahiru as she danced, her braid following her movements and creating almost a halo when she spun, her eyes bright as the summer sky.
All the times I have sat and stared
As she thoughtfully thumbs through her hair,
And she purses her lips, bats her eyes as she plays
With me, sitting there slack-jawed and nothing to say.
This was not the first time he had watched her. He often watched her simply talk with her friends, or talk to him, if she felt like it, though he rarely listened, caught up as he was in his daydreams of her. But she expected it. Even after he wrote her new story, the one that brought her back to him, she had never expected anything but the cold front he always put forward. Still, this was the first time he had followed her to the practice room.
Coz I love her with all that I am,
And my voice sha
A Wooden Puppet for a Confidante“Duck-zura!!!”A Wooden Puppet for a Confidante by Shirekat
Duck restrained herself from quacking as the small puppet-girl jumped up and wrapped her arms around Duck’s neck.
Duck smiled, though. It was nice not to have to worry about Mytho, and just have a normal life. As a girl. It still amazed her that Fakir had turned her back, even after a year.
Speaking of Fakir, the arrival of Uzura would mean he had returned from the errands he had run that morning.
As the school term ended, and everyone headed home, it had just seemed natural that Duck would stay with Fakir, so she had been rooming across the hall from him in Charon’s house.
“Hey, Fakir,” she greeted him, letting Uzura down, “Charon said he’d be back by dinner. He didn’t say where he was going.”
Since she and Fakir had been spending so much time together, they had become quite comfortable around each other, not in the way that they didn’t sometimes look at each other and blush in awkward silences, but it wo