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31_days][august second][Yami no Matsuei] brick laying, one by on
*yawns* Can I use heat + work + soreness + fatigue as an excuse for any probable and likely incoherence/sloppy writing/sloppy writing mistakes?
Title: brick laying, one by one
Day/Theme: August 2nd / There is a palace, and the ruined wall [...]
Series: Yami no Matsuei
Character/Pairing: Hisoka, Tsuzuki
Rating: G? PG? Somewhere-in-between?
Full theme is under cut.
There is a palace, and the ruined wall
Divides the sand, a very home of tears,
And where love whispered of a thousand years
The silken-footed caterpillars crawl.
When he arrived it was a mess beyond even what his cynical mind could conjure up. Holes played peek-a-boo from every corner, the wood was rotting in the doors. The windows were kicked in, a few shards of broken glass still littered the floors. (“Kurosaki Hisoka” he says. He’s paying more attention than he lets on, his new partner, however, is clueless to that fact.)
The structure was abandoned, and he guessed that it’d been a long time since anyone had ever dwelt there. The last inhabitants had not taken care, lines marred the walls, scars too deep to ever be sewn up in sutures. Moisture fell from a leak in the roof. A long steady drop, drop, drop, sounding as if some rhythm of sadness. (It did not take long to realize the reasons. Late reports. Debts. Last in Meifu. do you ever work, you idiot? Everybody’s friend, everyone’s favorite disaster. Hisoka never asks about the other partners, all these nameless people of Tsuzuki’s past. Sometimes when sleep eludes him, he wonders.)
The first days are spent sweeping out the glass, muttering of the carelessness of the previous tenants. (For every moment he believed that Tsuzuki was shallow, he finds sorrow deep enough to drown in. Sometimes, it leaks out, and Hisoka can feel his hands shaking from the weight of it.)
Then taking down the doors, and replacing them with newer, thicker doors. Redoing hinges, fixing bent windowpanes, (“you just like to take care of people. “Mmn?” “Nothing”)
Slowly Hisoka starts to see it, a difference in a certain light. It is still a hovel, broken down and more scarred than could ever be truly fixed, but it feels like home.
Brick by brick, he begins rebuilds the walls.
(“it’s not as if it’s going to get any worse. I’ve long ago decided to stay here”)
–
annnnd there should be a companion piece in a few days time. The 5th to be exact ♥
because no surly teenage sidekick is complete without a stupid drunkard who never does his damn paperwork. (Hisoka’s own paraphrase, I bet. His words are quite choice and not half as sharp as you would think *laughs*)
Title: brick laying, one by one
Day/Theme: August 2nd / There is a palace, and the ruined wall [...]
Series: Yami no Matsuei
Character/Pairing: Hisoka, Tsuzuki
Rating: G? PG? Somewhere-in-between?
Full theme is under cut.
There is a palace, and the ruined wall
Divides the sand, a very home of tears,
And where love whispered of a thousand years
The silken-footed caterpillars crawl.
When he arrived it was a mess beyond even what his cynical mind could conjure up. Holes played peek-a-boo from every corner, the wood was rotting in the doors. The windows were kicked in, a few shards of broken glass still littered the floors. (“Kurosaki Hisoka” he says. He’s paying more attention than he lets on, his new partner, however, is clueless to that fact.)
The structure was abandoned, and he guessed that it’d been a long time since anyone had ever dwelt there. The last inhabitants had not taken care, lines marred the walls, scars too deep to ever be sewn up in sutures. Moisture fell from a leak in the roof. A long steady drop, drop, drop, sounding as if some rhythm of sadness. (It did not take long to realize the reasons. Late reports. Debts. Last in Meifu. do you ever work, you idiot? Everybody’s friend, everyone’s favorite disaster. Hisoka never asks about the other partners, all these nameless people of Tsuzuki’s past. Sometimes when sleep eludes him, he wonders.)
The first days are spent sweeping out the glass, muttering of the carelessness of the previous tenants. (For every moment he believed that Tsuzuki was shallow, he finds sorrow deep enough to drown in. Sometimes, it leaks out, and Hisoka can feel his hands shaking from the weight of it.)
Then taking down the doors, and replacing them with newer, thicker doors. Redoing hinges, fixing bent windowpanes, (“you just like to take care of people. “Mmn?” “Nothing”)
Slowly Hisoka starts to see it, a difference in a certain light. It is still a hovel, broken down and more scarred than could ever be truly fixed, but it feels like home.
Brick by brick, he begins rebuilds the walls.
(“it’s not as if it’s going to get any worse. I’ve long ago decided to stay here”)
–
annnnd there should be a companion piece in a few days time. The 5th to be exact ♥
because no surly teenage sidekick is complete without a stupid drunkard who never does his damn paperwork. (Hisoka’s own paraphrase, I bet. His words are quite choice and not half as sharp as you would think *laughs*)
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Also, sorry I missed you yesterday. I'll explain next time I see you.
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And yes, this is Kira and Fllay. >D!!! From a special ending scene...
And don't worry, I fell asleep anyway! *giggles*
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:D! I will remember them all yet. Was it a DVD extra?
Ah, well sorry about that XD