But I believe I'm worth coming home to. {fanart+fanfic}

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Hi again~!

So, I have both a piece of fanart and a fanfic to share today. They're related to each other, so I figured I should just post them at the same time. I hope it's allowed. ^_^

Title: So Go On And Fly Then (title of the fic, though it could work for the drawing as well)
Author/Artist: naturethezafara  | me
Pairing(s): Mei (Taiwan) ---> Kiku, established AsaKiku
Rating: Safe
Warnings: Fail attempt at angsty drawing and angsty fanfic
Summary: Oh, how Mei wishes for him to love her. Too bad it'll never happen.

Both heavily inspired by Tori Amos' 'Sleeps With Butterflies'.









Mei twirls the flower in her hands sadly.

It’s a chrysanthemum. Bright and yellow, like the sun that shines in her eyes every time she sees him. So very fragrant too, a fragrance that lingers around her for hours on end just as thoughts of him linger around her mind. For her it’s one of the most beautiful flowers in the world.

It’s also a flower that brings her much pain.

Sighing, Mei adjusts her position to a more upright sitting and gently strokes the small petals of the bloom in her hands. There’s a sad smile on her face. Her mind drifts off to a faraway dream, to a young man with hair black as night, eyes brown like the earth and rare smiles as gentle as the flower that bears his name.

Kiku. Chrysanthemum, in his language. That’s his name. Mei’s heart soars when she thinks of him. He’s as handsome-looking as his namesake is beautiful, not to mention as gentle. Very shy and quiet, to the point of almost anti-social maybe, but very patient, kind-hearted and hardworking. His eyes are sullen, but also full of elegant pride and strength. He has captured Mei’s heard with his chrysanth-like charm and kindness, especially the kindness he’d demonstrated towards her. How she wishes to be his, to hold his soft hands in hers and to kiss him like how she kisses the bright yellow flowers when she thinks of him.

But I can’t have him.

The girl looks towards her left, to the red curtain of the window she sits by. Red, like roses that pierce her dreams. Her consciousness returns to the rainy day where she saw him, hand in hand with the other.

He’s with the Englishman now, isn’t he?

She remembers Kiku’s face as he conversed with the thick-eyebrowed man who had stolen his heart, on that rainy day. His cheeks were as red as those roses he received weeks before. Did Arthur send them? Kiku was laughing with him, smiling widely as he’s never smiled with her. It was so rare for him to smile that way. How did the Englishman do it? Mei didn’t have the nerve to approach him, letting the sadness of the rain take her away with it. Why would she have? Kiku looked so happy . . .

You love him, not me.

I can see that.

You love him . . .

Tears start to form in Mei’s chocolate eyes. Her heart still soars, but the pain of a broken-winded bird comes along with it. In hurt and longing, Mei gently kisses the chrysanthemum’s soft petals again, a testament to her unattainable dream and love, and places it in a glass vase on the table beside her, amongst other beautiful types of flowers.



So go on and fly, then . . .


END.



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