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when you nope canon since 1998 lolz (drawing CLAMP style is hard omg)
so instead of returning with a bear, Eriol brought…. an engagement ring! ＼(＾▽＾)／
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A Study In Clow
Here’s a fanfic for the very little fans of Eritomo still left on this site!
[LINK] for Ao3
[LINK] for ff.net
Summary: “Everything is inevitable” is much different than “Everything will be alright.” A world that believes in the inevitable leaves little room for growth. Fate and power take precedent over much in life, but one day, emotion and faith in one another might just mean something. Something so much more than the inevitable. Eriol and Tomoyo slow dance in a world that blooms as it burns.
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Eriol x Tomoyo from Card Captor Sakura - Sky Blue and Lilac Aesthetics
My OTP for 15 friggin years y’all
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Summary: For her, loving is always done better at a distance.
Pairing: Eriol / Tomoyo
Word count: 5148
AO3 || FF
Written for @tomyo-chan‘s birthday this past week ❤️ inspired by this post
Sunday afternoon: the prime piano playing time. If there’s one constant in Eriol’s life, it’s this. Fingers gliding across the keys, he closes his eyes, taking in the magic of wood hitting string. The calming melody of Chopin’s Etude Op 25 in A♭ Major soothes him every time. In fluid motion, he moves with the ripples of notes gathering speed, ebbing and flowing, ebbing and flowing.
The piano sits at a comfortable distance from the sunlight streaming in from outside. Not for the first time, Eriol imagines his perfect grand piano set up in a large living room — high ceilings and spacious walls. But until he has enough money, an upright piano in his humble apartment will have to do.
Every Sunday is the same. A two hour piano session right before lunch. It’s one routine he’ll never tire of. Despite having moved in only two weeks ago, he set aside the task of unpacking more boxes that morning simply because habit called. While new experiences were always fun and exciting, Eriol could never bring himself to drop the one single constant in his life that is the piano.
Some routines should never be disrupted.
So when he grabs his jacket after his practice session and begins to head out, he’s surprised to find a piece of paper lying at his doorstep.
“Oh, Spinel, don’t eat that,” he says, watching his black cat gently nibble at the corner of the sheet. Bending over, he rescues the paper from Spinel’s claws and straightens back up.
There’s handwriting there—neat, cursive, written in gel pen. The sight of it elicits mild concern in him, forcibly reminding him of the last apartment he recently moved out from: an angry knock on the door and a fussy old neighbor complaining that his musical enjoyment was too loud and had disturbed her greatly. He sighs. It’s only week two and he’s already receiving noise complaints.
Bracing himself for the worst, he lifts the piece of paper to his face, adjusts his glasses, and reads.
“A humble request to the amazingly talented pianist:
Arabesque - Debussy”
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