Here's another 100 word ficlet that came to my head at random. I hope you like it :)

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Himura Kenshin woke to a gray, still dawn.. A tangle of blankets was at his legs, and the smell of white plums hung resolutely in the air; wind cackled through the walls, but that did not capture his lilac gaze.

Even through the cold of morning his body remained warm with her presence. Yukishiro Tomoe lay close beside him sleeping; black hair sprawled about her naked shoulders. She had been a constant fixture on his mind, and a constant winter in his heart.

Yet he deemed her his Lark, whose birdsong kept him at peace.

But his Lark never sang.

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