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[august 9th] [shaman king] Sacrifice
Title: Sacrifice
Day/Theme: August 9th // Anno Mirabilis
Series: Shaman King
Character/Pairing: Hao/Anna, past Yoh/Anna, and, if you squint really, really hard at a metaphor, Hao/Yoh once.
Rating: G
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Sacrifice
“Did you know,” he said, “that this year is going to be a year of miracles, according to all the omens?”
“I don’t know,” she said, with her usual flat clarity. Her eyes were fixed on the window, tracking the motions of the snowflakes drifting past the pane. She pressed her fingers against the glass until they went white as winter. “And I don’t care, either.”
“Really.” He said earnestly, and she found it difficult to believe how he had come in with blood on his hands, spilling over the curve of his cheek like tears, and that this was the Shaman King before whom all cowered. But that was his skill, wasn't it - part of his exerted power.
(She had loved power, or perhaps it had been a shadow of her, who had loved Yoh more than strength and had died with him when Hao had drained him to the dregs and left his body hollow.)
“There have been reports,” he went on easily, “of two-headed cows, roosters laying eggs in a hurricane, adolescents seeing glowing things in the sky…” She felt the stirrings of his cloak behind her as he bowed over her head. His breath was warm against her ear as his lashes darted up-down-up and his eyes followed the glittering trails of ice in the air.
“But you’ve never been interested in miracles, have you, Anna?” Cool and sly and she could hear the hidden barb beneath his words, but she was not interested in a resurrection of dreams ground into dust and she did not intend for lightning to strike and make a glass heart out of barren sand again.
“Oh, shut up.” She said, and twisted her fingers tightly about his hair, drawing him down to meet his mouth with hers.
He made a low sound in his throat like a chuckle as she released him, and bent to kiss her again. “Year of miracles indeed.”
(For miracles, she remembered, something must die. For the dead brought back to life, life must be brought to death.
What a fitting year for Hao to be made king.)
Day/Theme: August 9th // Anno Mirabilis
Series: Shaman King
Character/Pairing: Hao/Anna, past Yoh/Anna, and, if you squint really, really hard at a metaphor, Hao/Yoh once.
Rating: G
---
“Did you know,” he said, “that this year is going to be a year of miracles, according to all the omens?”
“I don’t know,” she said, with her usual flat clarity. Her eyes were fixed on the window, tracking the motions of the snowflakes drifting past the pane. She pressed her fingers against the glass until they went white as winter. “And I don’t care, either.”
“Really.” He said earnestly, and she found it difficult to believe how he had come in with blood on his hands, spilling over the curve of his cheek like tears, and that this was the Shaman King before whom all cowered. But that was his skill, wasn't it - part of his exerted power.
(She had loved power, or perhaps it had been a shadow of her, who had loved Yoh more than strength and had died with him when Hao had drained him to the dregs and left his body hollow.)
“There have been reports,” he went on easily, “of two-headed cows, roosters laying eggs in a hurricane, adolescents seeing glowing things in the sky…” She felt the stirrings of his cloak behind her as he bowed over her head. His breath was warm against her ear as his lashes darted up-down-up and his eyes followed the glittering trails of ice in the air.
“But you’ve never been interested in miracles, have you, Anna?” Cool and sly and she could hear the hidden barb beneath his words, but she was not interested in a resurrection of dreams ground into dust and she did not intend for lightning to strike and make a glass heart out of barren sand again.
“Oh, shut up.” She said, and twisted her fingers tightly about his hair, drawing him down to meet his mouth with hers.
He made a low sound in his throat like a chuckle as she released him, and bent to kiss her again. “Year of miracles indeed.”
(For miracles, she remembered, something must die. For the dead brought back to life, life must be brought to death.
What a fitting year for Hao to be made king.)