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kirathaune, because... well, it beats doing actual work. XD
edit: Also, a fun exercise: when writing, pause and explain the canon basis of the characterisation. Particularly interesting to consider when writing for a children's franchise which is best known for its magic and lol!Christianity content, as opposed to psychological profiling.
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Name me one of my fics and the prompt--before, after, in-between. I'll write a ficlet about something that happened just before, just after, or during the course of the fic's events.
edit: Also, a fun exercise: when writing, pause and explain the canon basis of the characterisation. Particularly interesting to consider when writing for a children's franchise which is best known for its magic and lol!Christianity content, as opposed to psychological profiling.
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[simple things, before]
Kouryuu was ten years old when he met the devil for the first time. He was kneeling in the soil, weeding the chrysanthemums when the stranger appeared out of thin air and approached the parish. This would puzzle him for a few long years, before the progress of his education led him to conclude there was no possible way to appear out of thin air.
“Why hello there,” the devil said, smiling over the chrysanthemums. “Aren’t you a pretty little girl.”
Kouryuu glared at the approaching stranger, though later, as years started hurrying past, leaving him untouched, he would know this had been a bad idea. A sane man should have run screaming, fearful for the fate of his immortal soul. “I am a boy,” he said, getting up for emphasis. His height might have been unimpressive at that tender age and hardly indicative of his sex, but it allowed him a measure of dignity, he felt.
“Are you indeed,” the stranger mused, taking off his hat. “I have come in hopes of visiting reverend Koumyou Sanzo, tell me, is he in?”
“He is,” Kouryuu said, wiping his hands in his apron. It was high time to finish with his chores, the heavy greyness of the clouds threatened to overflow the world with rain at any moment. Even the wind had stilled, in fright of upsetting the precarious balance of calm. In a short while the storm would be upon them, tearing the veil of peace apart. Kouryuu looked at the stranger, and his pleasant little smile. “Father is in his study,” he said, opening the gates to the parish garden.
The corridor that led into the house was poorly lit, even more so when the lamps were put out and the only light was filtered in from outdoors, by the bruised clouds. Kouryuu didn’t turn, out of fear he was loath to admit even to himself. “Father,” he called, knowing full well that it was for naught, as the study was at the opposite end of the house and this was the time when Koumyou proclaimed he was studying the subject of next Sunday’s sermon, when in fact he was taking a nap before the afternoon cup of tea. All the same, in the dark corridor, followed by the dark stranger, Kouryuu took comfort in the sound of his own voice.
“Father,” he said again, opening the door to the study. True to his habits, the vicar was dozing in his chair, protected from the world by a sturdy Bible. He stirred at the sound, not in the least surprised.
“Kouryuu,” he said warmly, and a considerable concern was lifted from the child’s shoulders. “Is it time for tea yet?”
“You have a visitor,” Kouryuu said, stepping aside and closing his eyes. He felt the air move as the stranger walked past him, but no other indication of his presence, no scent save for the tobacco on his coat.
“It seems the time for tea arrived indeed!” Koumyou rose from his chair and clasped the stranger’s hand in his. “Dear Ukoku. It had been a long time.”
“Yes, it had.”
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