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[February 7th] [Saiyuki] last act
Title: last act
Date/Theme: February 7th / cross my palm with silver, I cannot tell a lie
Series: Saiyuki
Character: Chin Isou
Rating: G
When you are dead and have made a puppet of your own body, you sometimes wonder who is writing the lines of the play that you're acting out.
Oh, certainly they were good lines. The fortune teller. The mahjong tile. The laughter. The seed, the toy, the slow flutter of hot breath and the dying pulse against tightening hands.
Chin Isou looked into Cho Gonou's eyes -- so beautifully hating, so clear, so utterly fixed on him -- and wondered about puppets and stories and punishments, as Gonou ripped the life out of him and let him fall to dust.
Date/Theme: February 7th / cross my palm with silver, I cannot tell a lie
Series: Saiyuki
Character: Chin Isou
Rating: G
When you are dead and have made a puppet of your own body, you sometimes wonder who is writing the lines of the play that you're acting out.
Oh, certainly they were good lines. The fortune teller. The mahjong tile. The laughter. The seed, the toy, the slow flutter of hot breath and the dying pulse against tightening hands.
Chin Isou looked into Cho Gonou's eyes -- so beautifully hating, so clear, so utterly fixed on him -- and wondered about puppets and stories and punishments, as Gonou ripped the life out of him and let him fall to dust.