Drabble: Scheherazade (The Dawn Breaking Overdub) (YnM, Hisoka/Muraki)
Summary: "Let you kill me?" He pauses, as if he's actually considering it. "No: you'd feel cheated. You'll want to earn that."
(AN: Written for lady_ganesh. My thanks, as always, to p_zeitgeist for letting me play in her sandbox. )
Scheherazade (The Dawn Breaking Overdub)
The book of spells kept shifting, words surfacing and fading, the size and weight and thickness all unsteady. Sometimes his hands came away bloody, the pages full of sharp unseen edges, the cuts eerily slow to heal.
His hands leave red smears on the sheets, on Muraki's pale skin. Ropes of long human hair glimmer with power, enough to hold down even a magician.
You'll want to earn it, Muraki had said all those years ago.
Hisoka tightens his hand on the knife, blood staining the hilt, whispers of magic.
Muraki smiles and tilts his head to the side, intrigued.
(AN: Written for lady_ganesh. My thanks, as always, to p_zeitgeist for letting me play in her sandbox. )
Scheherazade (The Dawn Breaking Overdub)
The book of spells kept shifting, words surfacing and fading, the size and weight and thickness all unsteady. Sometimes his hands came away bloody, the pages full of sharp unseen edges, the cuts eerily slow to heal.
His hands leave red smears on the sheets, on Muraki's pale skin. Ropes of long human hair glimmer with power, enough to hold down even a magician.
You'll want to earn it, Muraki had said all those years ago.
Hisoka tightens his hand on the knife, blood staining the hilt, whispers of magic.
Muraki smiles and tilts his head to the side, intrigued.