Bound by a Thread Even When the Fingers Are Gone
A Yami no Matsuei Drabble
By Dorian Gray
AN: Weapons, Hisoka. Written May, 2006 for
ranalore. Makes no sense without knowledge of the King of Swords Arc.
He'd felt Muraki in her at first: blind confused contact jumbled together with the faint mocking voice that made him feel hollow like his bones were whispering to him. A delicate pink camellia fluttered to the ground.
"I have a wish, Hisoka..."
There'd been a knife on the table -- easy to stretch out his hand, an ache somewhere like remembering the bright terrible slide of being split open -- knowing how pain would run, tracery-like, over his skin and flash white blankness across his eyes.
His hands aren't shaking yet when he clamps his eyes shut (coward) and pulls the trigger.
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