Drabble: répondez s'il vous plait (YnM, Hisoka/Muraki)

[b_hallward]

AN: Written for p_zeitgeist. Part of the Winter Collection.

répondez s'il vous plaitThis is merely a dream, except for all the ways it's real. The world is too bright, lit with the harsh clarity of winter. The sun repeats itself across the sky, soft dawn on his right, noon above and in the distance a faint purple twilight. His breath clouds the air.

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[p_zeitgeist]

Having just told Veleda that she was indeed biased, I come here to note separately why this is still my favorite, though I love every one of these pieces.

It's the sheer richness of this that does me in. All the colors of winter, dawn and noon and evening, all piled together in one place; the snow; the color of the blood; Hisoka's own recognition of it as a piling-on of luxury, and as a kind of art. There's so much sheer beauty in it, and so much love of the beauty that the world can offer, and the dragon-like greed to gather it all in one place is so, so right.

Written in haste

[b_hallward]

The thing I love about Hisoka/Muraki--the way you write them and the way I've stolen wholesale--is that they have this rich, subtle, marvelous way of communicating with each other. And the pleasure of being understood is one of the great pleasures of being an artist; Muraki can count on Hisoka recognizing not just the invitation, but the beauty and masterful extravagance of the gesture; and not just this, but the implied compliment, subtle and keen-edged, a tacit acknowledgment of Hisoka's discernment, the fineness of grain to his ability to perceive and appreciate.

To go completely off on a tangent: I find one of the saddest moments in my half of the OT3 'verse is when Muraki sets up the Rape of Persephone reference, offering Tsuzuki pomegranates, and Tsuzuki understands, dimly but immediately, that Hisoka would get it in a way he can't. And Hisoka would be able to read the full constellation of meanings implied--an dryly ironic warning, a sly delicate offer, even a faint acknowledgment of another's claims--and then would be able to

and on that same tangent

[p_zeitgeist]

It may not surprise you to hear that we're doing it again. This is self-indulgent of me, but I tell myself that perhaps talking about it will give me some impetus toward finishing the story in some foreseeable future: In fragments from nearly four years ago -- which is to say, shortly after I finished that very first Hisoka story -- I have a bit where Muraki is arguing with Tsuzuki about Hisoka, and that whole pesky murdering-my-partner thing. Muraki makes the obvious Muraki-ish point: I made him young and beautiful forever, what's the problem? To which Tsuzuki, easily distracted as always by the by-ways of the argument, says in essence, You couldn't be sure that would happen. And Muraki tells him, Of course not. To be sure would have required a full clinical trial with a significant sample size, and your likely objections aside, I don't see how we could have managed a double-blind study design.And Tsuzuki understands at once that this is a joke, and his first thought is that Muraki has fixated on the wrong shinigami, because

[wordsofastory]

Gorgeous. This is- lush, which is a word I do not normally associate with winter, and yet it is, here, in this.