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I am in such a bad mood it isn't even funny. So fucking pissed off. Just... fuck, fuck, fuckity, fuck.
Eh, here, I shove a drabble at you. I have no idea if it's any good
Title:True Nature
Series: Yami no Matsuei
Shinto dogma teaches that death is pollution. To touch a dead body is to be contaminated. Muraki wonders if this makes him filthy beyond repair, as he admires the blood on his hands. He has stated before that blood and sin can be washed away, but, truly, he prefers the idea of a permanent stain. It amuses him to think that underneath his whitewashed exterior lies a torrent of darkness and color. He wonders if the women (and men) would swoon if they saw him for what he really is.
Muraki is forever polluted. That's the way it should be.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to control my homicidal urges.
Argh! Fuck! Veleda Smash!
Eh, here, I shove a drabble at you. I have no idea if it's any good
Title:True Nature
Series: Yami no Matsuei
Shinto dogma teaches that death is pollution. To touch a dead body is to be contaminated. Muraki wonders if this makes him filthy beyond repair, as he admires the blood on his hands. He has stated before that blood and sin can be washed away, but, truly, he prefers the idea of a permanent stain. It amuses him to think that underneath his whitewashed exterior lies a torrent of darkness and color. He wonders if the women (and men) would swoon if they saw him for what he really is.
Muraki is forever polluted. That's the way it should be.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to control my homicidal urges.
Argh! Fuck! Veleda Smash!