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31_days2009-09-29 10:50 pm
[September 29] [Okami] It Will Be Done
Title: It Will Be Done
Day/Theme: 29 September- the dead are gentle to us
Series: Okami
Character/Pairing: Amaterasu, Issun
Rating: G
Their fingers are like ash on her fur, only the faintest of bonds still holding them to a semblance of the shape they wore in life. Issun crouches down in Amaterasu’s fur and lets them and their questing fingers pass over him- Amaterasu may be fine with them touching her, but he’s not her, and he isn’t. He doesn’t know what the touch of the dead could do to a Poncle, and to be honest he doesn’t really want to be the one who finds out.
Their touch lingers on her furs, hairs clinging together (though this is one of those things Issun doesn’t have the opportunity to find out), and Amaterasu shakes herself once the dead have all settled. She doesn’t relax, entirely- that the dead have stayed here so long is clearly a problem- but these were her people in life, and remain so in death, and so she sits and listens, or at least gives them the appearance of paying attention. (Whatever it is, they’ll find some way of dealing with it in any case.) When they have said what they can- the voices of the dead are in some cases diminished- Amaterasu bows her head and rises, turning her head to seek out the source of the problem.
There is so much to do. All she can promise is that that which needs doing will be done.
Day/Theme: 29 September- the dead are gentle to us
Series: Okami
Character/Pairing: Amaterasu, Issun
Rating: G
Their fingers are like ash on her fur, only the faintest of bonds still holding them to a semblance of the shape they wore in life. Issun crouches down in Amaterasu’s fur and lets them and their questing fingers pass over him- Amaterasu may be fine with them touching her, but he’s not her, and he isn’t. He doesn’t know what the touch of the dead could do to a Poncle, and to be honest he doesn’t really want to be the one who finds out.
Their touch lingers on her furs, hairs clinging together (though this is one of those things Issun doesn’t have the opportunity to find out), and Amaterasu shakes herself once the dead have all settled. She doesn’t relax, entirely- that the dead have stayed here so long is clearly a problem- but these were her people in life, and remain so in death, and so she sits and listens, or at least gives them the appearance of paying attention. (Whatever it is, they’ll find some way of dealing with it in any case.) When they have said what they can- the voices of the dead are in some cases diminished- Amaterasu bows her head and rises, turning her head to seek out the source of the problem.
There is so much to do. All she can promise is that that which needs doing will be done.
