Ficbit: Communications 6.5/?
Sep. 14th, 2004 06:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
soc_puppetFor Summercloud. Because once she suggested it, the mental image wouldn't leave me alone.
Communications
Fandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaito
Summary: Unrepentant fluff. Kaito tries on the suit.
Tuxedo
Kaito had known the suit wouldn’t fit. He could tell just by looking at it. Still, he couldn’t resist trying it on just to see what it was like.
The jacket draped itself over shoulders too narrow to support all of it. The pants were to baggy and rumpled folds formed at his feet, nearly swallowing them in the too large shoes he wore. The tie was poorly tied and the gloves were a bit too loose. The top hat sagged lopsidedly over one side of his face, and the sleeves reached nearly past his fingertips. He hadn’t even bothered trying the cape. Close to his heart Kaito clutched a monocle he’d found in one of the suit’s pockets; a triangular charm dangled by a chain from one end of it, a gold four-leafed-clover stamped on both sides. Kaito was all but swimming in the old costume, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.
The suit smelled very faintly like his father had—of doves, roses, and a hint of cologne—and Kaito closed his eyes and breathed it in deep.
As if by magic, the silence in the workshop became the silence of awe in the moment between the time an illusion was completed and the answering roar of applause; the floor beneath his feet became a stage; the gadgetry around him became props for a magic show; and the warmth Kaito felt didn’t come from an old tuxedo jacket but from his father, standing behind him and holding him close.
-fin-
I also have art to go with this, but I don't know when/if I'll get it up ^^;...
Edit: Aaaand, art can be found here.
Communications
Fandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaito
Summary: Unrepentant fluff. Kaito tries on the suit.
Tuxedo
Kaito had known the suit wouldn’t fit. He could tell just by looking at it. Still, he couldn’t resist trying it on just to see what it was like.
The jacket draped itself over shoulders too narrow to support all of it. The pants were to baggy and rumpled folds formed at his feet, nearly swallowing them in the too large shoes he wore. The tie was poorly tied and the gloves were a bit too loose. The top hat sagged lopsidedly over one side of his face, and the sleeves reached nearly past his fingertips. He hadn’t even bothered trying the cape. Close to his heart Kaito clutched a monocle he’d found in one of the suit’s pockets; a triangular charm dangled by a chain from one end of it, a gold four-leafed-clover stamped on both sides. Kaito was all but swimming in the old costume, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.
The suit smelled very faintly like his father had—of doves, roses, and a hint of cologne—and Kaito closed his eyes and breathed it in deep.
As if by magic, the silence in the workshop became the silence of awe in the moment between the time an illusion was completed and the answering roar of applause; the floor beneath his feet became a stage; the gadgetry around him became props for a magic show; and the warmth Kaito felt didn’t come from an old tuxedo jacket but from his father, standing behind him and holding him close.
-fin-
I also have art to go with this, but I don't know when/if I'll get it up ^^;...
Edit: Aaaand, art can be found here.
