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tampered2007-09-10 11:31 am
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Log: [Complete]
When; Sept. 9, in the afternoon
Rating; G
Characters; Eclair Tonnerre, Fujioka Haruhi
Summary; Eclair arrives in Poly.
Log;
Why?
She looked into the mirror and back at herself, hands braced on the little airplane sink. They were high above the earth now, running at so-and-so miles an hour and it would be several hours before she finally set her feet on land again.
The water was running from the tap and a hint of a frown was there on her lips, just between her brows. Relaxing her delicate features she thought back to the events earlier that day.
She'd been on her way to the airport with Tamaki until that girl, Haruhi appeared out of nowhere on a carriage. Fancy that. A carriage, dressed in a white dress that looked nothing more than something one wore underneath more layers of clothing. "Tamaki-senpai," Haruhi had called out, and she had known then, as she knew now, that when it came down to it all, there really was no contest as to who would win in their little tug-of-war.
The carriage had careened out of control, and the buffoon had jumped out after the girl nevermind that the car was still moving at it's intended speed. It was a near-equivalent of a Hollywood stunt and she would have called him crazy if not for the sudden rush of admiration at being shown that if someone could love so fiercely as to put his own life at risk.
She'd lingered just long enough to make sure that both Tamaki and Haruhi were alright. She'd watched as he stepped out of the water, Haruhi in his arms like the dashing prince that he'd styled himself to be. But she had her pride. There was no need to have them see her, to let on that the snobbish indifference and disdain (which she directed to Tamaki's precious Host Club during the short interlude of her stay) had given way for something else entirely.
Acceptance. Tamaki wanted to stay. She had to let him stay.
Expelling a breath Eclair Tonnerre tilted her head to one side and tried to understand once again what exactly it was that had turned the tables on her and the plan to take Tamaki Suou back to France with her. Though she hadn't mentioned it outright, she had every intention of giving him everything that he seemed to want in the world: a family -- his family -- his mother, in fact.
Still, no matter how many times she tried to reason around it, there were certain facts to face. Facts that hinged on Fujioka Haruhi and the Ouran High School Host Club. Two individual entities when considered, because in her opinion, there was a rogue element in the dynamic of Tamaki and Haruhi's relationship that separated the girl from the rest of the boy's peers.
Her finger tapped a perfectly manicured nail impatiently on the surface of the ledge, pursing her lips just so. Only a few hours and already she missed it. Her opera glasses had been a trinket bought on a whim from a sidestreet bazaar that one time two years ago. It was a ridiculous little thing, the habit of using it even at close range she imagined more ridiculous. But it had been something akin to 'fun' and it had become a part of who she was: habits, quirks and all.
She'd tossed it off to the side the moment they'd driven away, something of a tribute to end her meddling. Now though, she missed the weight of it, which had been comfortable and constant in her hand.
She smiled, more to herself than anyone else, contemplating on how even that one little item could explain the many differences between herself and the plain and simple, unadorned 'little' girl that had had the last word on whether Tamaki would stay or go. Haruhi was the kind of girl that most of the boys in her social circle would pass by without so much of a glance. But the Host Club (and Tamaki, she could hardly forget that) adored her and the French girl allowed herself a small moment to envy the one person who otherwise would not have anything that she couldn't have at the snap over her fingers.
Such opposites, she thought to herself, thinking on herself and the girl that that Tamaki had referred to as 'his daughter'. Silly boy, she smirked at her reflection. She was fully confident that the fool merely called Haruhi that since he seemed far too... of-childlike-mind to grasp the idea that his feelings for his little friend ran further and deeper than might make him comfortable.
The reverse Electra complex. She let out a small, sigh-like sound that indicated her bewildered amusement. And Fujioka Haruhi. The girl had the idiot wound up in multiple knots and she wasn't even aware of it.
Shaking her head, Eclair turned to the door, pausing briefly as turbulence kicked in sending her wobbling slightly on her high heels.
When all stilled she huffed softly, opened the door and stepped out fully expecting to head back to her seat. Instead, she blinked, slightly disoriented and wondering why people were walking back and forth on a street.
Rating; G
Characters; Eclair Tonnerre, Fujioka Haruhi
Summary; Eclair arrives in Poly.
Log;
Why?
She looked into the mirror and back at herself, hands braced on the little airplane sink. They were high above the earth now, running at so-and-so miles an hour and it would be several hours before she finally set her feet on land again.
The water was running from the tap and a hint of a frown was there on her lips, just between her brows. Relaxing her delicate features she thought back to the events earlier that day.
She'd been on her way to the airport with Tamaki until that girl, Haruhi appeared out of nowhere on a carriage. Fancy that. A carriage, dressed in a white dress that looked nothing more than something one wore underneath more layers of clothing. "Tamaki-senpai," Haruhi had called out, and she had known then, as she knew now, that when it came down to it all, there really was no contest as to who would win in their little tug-of-war.
The carriage had careened out of control, and the buffoon had jumped out after the girl nevermind that the car was still moving at it's intended speed. It was a near-equivalent of a Hollywood stunt and she would have called him crazy if not for the sudden rush of admiration at being shown that if someone could love so fiercely as to put his own life at risk.
She'd lingered just long enough to make sure that both Tamaki and Haruhi were alright. She'd watched as he stepped out of the water, Haruhi in his arms like the dashing prince that he'd styled himself to be. But she had her pride. There was no need to have them see her, to let on that the snobbish indifference and disdain (which she directed to Tamaki's precious Host Club during the short interlude of her stay) had given way for something else entirely.
Acceptance. Tamaki wanted to stay. She had to let him stay.
Expelling a breath Eclair Tonnerre tilted her head to one side and tried to understand once again what exactly it was that had turned the tables on her and the plan to take Tamaki Suou back to France with her. Though she hadn't mentioned it outright, she had every intention of giving him everything that he seemed to want in the world: a family -- his family -- his mother, in fact.
Still, no matter how many times she tried to reason around it, there were certain facts to face. Facts that hinged on Fujioka Haruhi and the Ouran High School Host Club. Two individual entities when considered, because in her opinion, there was a rogue element in the dynamic of Tamaki and Haruhi's relationship that separated the girl from the rest of the boy's peers.
Her finger tapped a perfectly manicured nail impatiently on the surface of the ledge, pursing her lips just so. Only a few hours and already she missed it. Her opera glasses had been a trinket bought on a whim from a sidestreet bazaar that one time two years ago. It was a ridiculous little thing, the habit of using it even at close range she imagined more ridiculous. But it had been something akin to 'fun' and it had become a part of who she was: habits, quirks and all.
She'd tossed it off to the side the moment they'd driven away, something of a tribute to end her meddling. Now though, she missed the weight of it, which had been comfortable and constant in her hand.
She smiled, more to herself than anyone else, contemplating on how even that one little item could explain the many differences between herself and the plain and simple, unadorned 'little' girl that had had the last word on whether Tamaki would stay or go. Haruhi was the kind of girl that most of the boys in her social circle would pass by without so much of a glance. But the Host Club (and Tamaki, she could hardly forget that) adored her and the French girl allowed herself a small moment to envy the one person who otherwise would not have anything that she couldn't have at the snap over her fingers.
Such opposites, she thought to herself, thinking on herself and the girl that that Tamaki had referred to as 'his daughter'. Silly boy, she smirked at her reflection. She was fully confident that the fool merely called Haruhi that since he seemed far too... of-childlike-mind to grasp the idea that his feelings for his little friend ran further and deeper than might make him comfortable.
The reverse Electra complex. She let out a small, sigh-like sound that indicated her bewildered amusement. And Fujioka Haruhi. The girl had the idiot wound up in multiple knots and she wasn't even aware of it.
Shaking her head, Eclair turned to the door, pausing briefly as turbulence kicked in sending her wobbling slightly on her high heels.
When all stilled she huffed softly, opened the door and stepped out fully expecting to head back to her seat. Instead, she blinked, slightly disoriented and wondering why people were walking back and forth on a street.