Drabble: Yet Still 'Tis Just (YnM, Hisoka, G)
AN: It makes me happy to read this as a prequel to Of Angels Watching Round, but it's not at all necessary to do so. Series Index here.
Yet Still 'Tis Just
Shinigami are nobodies, foot soldiers -- Hisoka learns this eventually -- and consequently most see very little of Meifu; not the golden halls that stretch out, glittering, lined with mirrors that reflect countless points of light into infinity; nor the dark rooms with long tables where petty gods strike bargains, the balance of power spun, layer by layer, like an ancient web; nor, beyond all this, the endless fields of poppies, blood-colored, motionless under a sunless sky where souls lose themselves and, step by step, forget everything.
Hisoka feels himself grow more and more like a hollow box, locked, full of secrets.
Yet Still 'Tis Just
Shinigami are nobodies, foot soldiers -- Hisoka learns this eventually -- and consequently most see very little of Meifu; not the golden halls that stretch out, glittering, lined with mirrors that reflect countless points of light into infinity; nor the dark rooms with long tables where petty gods strike bargains, the balance of power spun, layer by layer, like an ancient web; nor, beyond all this, the endless fields of poppies, blood-colored, motionless under a sunless sky where souls lose themselves and, step by step, forget everything.
Hisoka feels himself grow more and more like a hollow box, locked, full of secrets.