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hakuoki | Wet, Black Boughs | Okita
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kitsuneasika.livejournal.comTitle: Wet, Black Boughs
Focus: Okita
Wordcount: 107
Summary: He is a weapon, and death is his art.
Disclaimer: I do not claim any ownership over Hakuoki.
Notes: I've been waffling back and forth over posting this for a few weeks now. On one hand, I really, really love Hakuoki and think it needs a lot more fic out there. On the other hand... this isn't exactly a unique idea, and was mainly written just to get the words out of my head. Finally, I decided that I would post this, but I wouldn't crosspost it.
The title is from Ezra Pound's In a Station of the Metro, but the poem itself has nothing to do with the drabble. I actually chose it due to the sound of the words.
( apparition of these faces )
Focus: Okita
Wordcount: 107
Summary: He is a weapon, and death is his art.
Disclaimer: I do not claim any ownership over Hakuoki.
Notes: I've been waffling back and forth over posting this for a few weeks now. On one hand, I really, really love Hakuoki and think it needs a lot more fic out there. On the other hand... this isn't exactly a unique idea, and was mainly written just to get the words out of my head. Finally, I decided that I would post this, but I wouldn't crosspost it.
The title is from Ezra Pound's In a Station of the Metro, but the poem itself has nothing to do with the drabble. I actually chose it due to the sound of the words.
( apparition of these faces )
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