MFU Fanfiction: Kintsugi (An Easter Egg for Elmey)

[saki101]

Not quite at the eleventh hour, but almost!

elmey's prompt was for an Egg that had to do with fixing things that are cracked: Kintsugi. The prompt included a link with information and photos for those who would like to learn more about the art of 'golden joinery

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[elmey]

I adore this! Beldon! Phil Volker! the return of the mysterious plant that loves Illya :) Kittridge going to meet Volcker, and Napoleon not telling him everything, I wish this were a film.

I love the way your MFU stories present this teeming, fully imagined universe, Napoleon and Illya reacting to the world around them, not just to each other. It makes them come alive--it makes the stories come alive. The way they banter with each other, the way they deal with their colleagues, it's exactly how I like to picture them: smart, clever, involved and surrounded by people much like them. And so many details, the transfer who wants to run into the lab, Napoleon remembering where he comes from, Illya teasing Napoleon about their reports, and then Sawada talking about the same thing later...it's easy to just sink in and enjoy. And the flashes of deadly Thrush plots, the reminder of the danger that lies underneath all this.

The Kintsugi section is wonderful. Illya working on the pots, fixing broken things with gold, trying to make something beautiful as he worries about Napoleon. Remembering when he watches the glass crack in front of Napoleon as Quinn is running his tests. Dr Sawada, ordering the shards, recognizing the poem and showing Illya something he didn't quite want to know--then choosing one of the beautiful pots for the strange plant he's obviously grown fond of.

Moss conversation wasn’t very varied, but the murmur of their little exchanges about humidity and temperature were so much better than the loneliness of the violet garden.

The little plant wriggled several of its roots in the loose soil. There was a flavour in the new dirt that the plant liked. The taste reminded it of the tap root. The plant brushed the tip of one root along the cool surface at the border of the soil. The taste was strongest there. In it, there were no clear images, merely a glow like afternoon sunlight and a taste like cold water and savoury bark.

Beautifully imagined and described. The plant has so much personality, I might be in love! I can't tell you how much I enjoyed this. I'm very glad you went long :)

[saki101]

Scrolling through comments for some reason or another and thought no reply here looked strange since anyone else wouldn't know of our exchanges in other venues! Those discussions aside, re-reading this filled me with gratitude and I thought I'd just say so again! ;-)