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bonnefoisTitle: vice/virtue
Day/Theme: August 18th / My heart is capable of every form:
Pasture for deer, a monastery for monks,
Temple for idols.
Series: Yami no Matsuei
Character/Pairing: gen
Rating: at least in the PG-13 region
The soul belongs to god, but the body belongs to us
-Rasputin
i. greed.
(Tatsumi)
Tatsumi pinches pennies until they bleed, can make a surplus out of any deficit given the time, can turn any budget upside down, snipping off a extra expense here, a loss of wages there.
He sews together Meifu, taking on the unpleasant jobs, kicking everyone back to order and making everything run like a well-oiled machine. (Tsuzuki has muttered, far from his range of hearing, of course, that his heart must be made of steel, or maybe iron. Watari thinks that it’s made of interlocking metal gears, all working in tandem to simulate the actual beating of a heart. Hisoka never particularly cared either way.)
But he remembers a life where money disappeared until there was nothing left but an empty shell.
He remembers how soon the silks faded and how long the pretense remained,
This won’t happen again, he thinks.
ii. gluttony
(Tsuzuki)
To Tsuzuki all food tastes delicious, he does not discriminate, cakes, cookies, steak with creamy cheese sauce. Shortbread, flatbread, sweetbread – if it is edible, then it is tasty.
With every bite he remembers how Ruka’s cheeks began to collapse in on themselves, her arms shriveling up like the fruit they’d pick but never get to taste. They had no money to buy food, barely enough for rent. He remembers that his body remained intact while hers became a shadow of itself, as her profile became smaller and smaller.
He always eats until he can satiate the feeling of rope twisting in his stomach, just enough that it could hang him.
iii. lust
(Muraki)
Humanity is such a short thing, there was no need to deny himself pleasures of any kind. Tomorrow he could be rotting in the crowd, worm fodder.
It’s amusing how lofty man aspires to be, as if already crowning himself god. But mankind fades and withers and expires – only to be buried in the ground to ferment and turn to dust like they never lived at all.
Like any common animal.
iv. wrath
(Hisoka)
Sometimes it feels as if there is a bird flying about in the cage of his chest cavity. Wings outstreched, this is no songbird, it is an predator with talons a sharp beak, snapping at any fingers which would dare invade its nest. It grows within him, burning and beating against his chest.
Sadness withheld him. Closed his mind off and chained him but with anger, something around the walls surrounding seems to give — it tears away at the binds surrounding him.
There are casualties but life taught him that existing is a war. And in wars there are always casualties.
v. sloth
(Oriya)
Oriya does not say anything when Muraki comes in, a subtle spatter of red on his coattails, as if he had spent the day in such innocent pursuits as painting watercolors. And Oriya can almost picture him with an easel, a gentleman’s pursuit.
But deep down he knows that Muraki has warped from the boy he knew long ago, that he has become cold and someone unknown to him, merely wearing his old friend’s skin
Muraki’s smile is easy, lazy. Like a cat who has had its fill and will come again and again unheeded.
Because he knows that Oriya will do nothing.
vi. envy
(Terazuma)
In life Terazuma was not much different. He sequestered himself far away from touch once he learned the consequences. It was as if invisible walls covered him,
Upon reaching Meifu he almost became the partner of Tsuzuki – but it didn’t take long for their personalities to grind – Terazuma would say that Tsuzuki is best summed up as “incompetent” Tsuzuki on the other hand prefers to use the word “asshole”
Terazuma can’t help but be disgusted by Tsuzuki. Tweleve shikigami, one of the most powerful in Meifu, acting like some gradeschool child.
But most of all, he envies that Tsuzuki takes for granted the little things. Brushing the side of his partner’s face to push aside a stray tress of hair, leaning on his shoulder when the day wears on.
While he has to stay a certain distance away from everyone, especially her.
vii. pride
(Watari)
Watari does not suffer from low self-esteem. In fact, he is perhaps the most normal member of Meifu, lab explosions, occasional casual Fridays and all. (And no one in the office ever will forget that red cocktail dress)
Because of that, Kanoe and all of Meifu always turn a blind eye to anything he might concoct or explode. Even though everyone knows he spikes the coffee pot about three times a day.
Tatsumi figures the coffee couldn’t taste worse anyways.
Day/Theme: August 18th / My heart is capable of every form:
Pasture for deer, a monastery for monks,
Temple for idols.
Series: Yami no Matsuei
Character/Pairing: gen
Rating: at least in the PG-13 region
The soul belongs to god, but the body belongs to us
-Rasputin
i. greed.
(Tatsumi)
Tatsumi pinches pennies until they bleed, can make a surplus out of any deficit given the time, can turn any budget upside down, snipping off a extra expense here, a loss of wages there.
He sews together Meifu, taking on the unpleasant jobs, kicking everyone back to order and making everything run like a well-oiled machine. (Tsuzuki has muttered, far from his range of hearing, of course, that his heart must be made of steel, or maybe iron. Watari thinks that it’s made of interlocking metal gears, all working in tandem to simulate the actual beating of a heart. Hisoka never particularly cared either way.)
But he remembers a life where money disappeared until there was nothing left but an empty shell.
He remembers how soon the silks faded and how long the pretense remained,
This won’t happen again, he thinks.
ii. gluttony
(Tsuzuki)
To Tsuzuki all food tastes delicious, he does not discriminate, cakes, cookies, steak with creamy cheese sauce. Shortbread, flatbread, sweetbread – if it is edible, then it is tasty.
With every bite he remembers how Ruka’s cheeks began to collapse in on themselves, her arms shriveling up like the fruit they’d pick but never get to taste. They had no money to buy food, barely enough for rent. He remembers that his body remained intact while hers became a shadow of itself, as her profile became smaller and smaller.
He always eats until he can satiate the feeling of rope twisting in his stomach, just enough that it could hang him.
iii. lust
(Muraki)
Humanity is such a short thing, there was no need to deny himself pleasures of any kind. Tomorrow he could be rotting in the crowd, worm fodder.
It’s amusing how lofty man aspires to be, as if already crowning himself god. But mankind fades and withers and expires – only to be buried in the ground to ferment and turn to dust like they never lived at all.
Like any common animal.
iv. wrath
(Hisoka)
Sometimes it feels as if there is a bird flying about in the cage of his chest cavity. Wings outstreched, this is no songbird, it is an predator with talons a sharp beak, snapping at any fingers which would dare invade its nest. It grows within him, burning and beating against his chest.
Sadness withheld him. Closed his mind off and chained him but with anger, something around the walls surrounding seems to give — it tears away at the binds surrounding him.
There are casualties but life taught him that existing is a war. And in wars there are always casualties.
v. sloth
(Oriya)
Oriya does not say anything when Muraki comes in, a subtle spatter of red on his coattails, as if he had spent the day in such innocent pursuits as painting watercolors. And Oriya can almost picture him with an easel, a gentleman’s pursuit.
But deep down he knows that Muraki has warped from the boy he knew long ago, that he has become cold and someone unknown to him, merely wearing his old friend’s skin
Muraki’s smile is easy, lazy. Like a cat who has had its fill and will come again and again unheeded.
Because he knows that Oriya will do nothing.
vi. envy
(Terazuma)
In life Terazuma was not much different. He sequestered himself far away from touch once he learned the consequences. It was as if invisible walls covered him,
Upon reaching Meifu he almost became the partner of Tsuzuki – but it didn’t take long for their personalities to grind – Terazuma would say that Tsuzuki is best summed up as “incompetent” Tsuzuki on the other hand prefers to use the word “asshole”
Terazuma can’t help but be disgusted by Tsuzuki. Tweleve shikigami, one of the most powerful in Meifu, acting like some gradeschool child.
But most of all, he envies that Tsuzuki takes for granted the little things. Brushing the side of his partner’s face to push aside a stray tress of hair, leaning on his shoulder when the day wears on.
While he has to stay a certain distance away from everyone, especially her.
vii. pride
(Watari)
Watari does not suffer from low self-esteem. In fact, he is perhaps the most normal member of Meifu, lab explosions, occasional casual Fridays and all. (And no one in the office ever will forget that red cocktail dress)
Because of that, Kanoe and all of Meifu always turn a blind eye to anything he might concoct or explode. Even though everyone knows he spikes the coffee pot about three times a day.
Tatsumi figures the coffee couldn’t taste worse anyways.
