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TEAM DARK (20, 000 LEAGUES UNDER THE SEA) ALL IS AS THEY ARE
Title: all is as they are
Prompt:(20,000 Leagues under the sea)
Rating: T
Warnings:(Drowning imagery, mentions of public judgement, ambiguous relationships, negative thoughts, character death)
Author’s notes: *covers face* This is so impossibly self-indulgent, but I hope that it's still enjoyable! I was bogged with SASO, but this prompt just sang to me and and this is, hopefully, its positive result. I fashioned Kurofai's relations here after post-canon, where they're more at ease with each other but still at odds at the quirkiest of times. A big thank you to the mods, coaches, and fellow contestants and readers-- WE EFFING MADE IT!! Thanks for supporting the Kurofai Olympics, and I hope you enjoy reading this!
It’s the lack of sound in the lighthouse that wakes Fai up.
When he stirs, he thinks how strange, and lets his eyes immediately begin searching; they flit from the floor to the ceiling, then, to the door, the porthole windows, and finally, the balcony beyond, but nothing seems to be wrong or out of place. All is as they are, and that’s even stranger still.
Fai blinks. Watches the wind chimes he’s hung here, there, and everywhere sway and swing. They don’t tinkle nor jingle-jangle despite the light sea breeze coursing in from the upper deck upstairs and— ah.
He’s found the cause for his concern.
Grimacing, Fai rolls out of bed, stretching up, up, up until the tips of his fingers brushes against seashells and bamboo; they’re part of one wind chime he’s particularly fond of that he’s placed above his bed, a spiral of cloud-white angulate wentletraps interspersed with circular bamboo tokens all strung together using coir, and a Scotch Bonnet in shades of boiling caramel at its helm. It’s the very first wind chime he’d ever made with his own two hands and very little magic, and cliché as it seems, there is always something about first times and first things that’s almost sacred to Fai; if he could, he’d cup them all to his chest, letting them sear into his skin so he’ll have scars to remember them by after they’ve long disintegrated, if nothing else.
(It isn’t any fun being lonely, a voice sneaks in and whispers to the back of his mind; Fai squashes it down because the break of dawn is hardly any time to feel sorry for one’s self.)
He walks over to the sliding doors that lead to the outer balcony, taking a great whiff of salty air and morning dew as he steps out, leans on the railings and looks on at the stretch of midnight-blue waves and bubbling sea foam.
“I suppose,” Fai muses, “it’s best to go swimming when it’s calm before the storm.”
*
(They say the life of a diver is hard and cruel, the old people whisper, they say you rob yourself of oxygen for the scant few notes of sound waiting at the bottom of the sea, but oh, at what cost, at what cost—?)
(Is it for the sake of the preservation of music?)
(Is it for the sake of the sea?)
(Or it could just be for the sake of the diver, to be one with what he thinks he needs, Fai smiles and slips under, away from their badgering and their peeks.)
*
The sand around the lighthouse is coarse as ever, clinging to the spaces between his toes like a long-time lover, and Fai wrinkles his nose at it; it may have been ten years since he’s settled into the lighthouse and its surroundings but some things just never change. He’s suited up his black wetsuit, goggles atop his head, a burlap sack in one hand, and in the other, a small flick knife for protection, just in case. Padding over to the shoreline, the waves greet his ankles, gentle as can be— except, Fai frowns, there’s something not right, something new underneath its feel.
He takes a moment to close his eyes, reaching within for a coil of magic to connect with the sea. He imagines its form: a cerulean leyline curling from his heart and slithers under the crash and ebb of the tide, going down, down, down until it sits with the sea bed and the coral reefs he’s come to know so well.
(All is they are, and that’s even stranger still.)
Fai opens his eyes, pulls back his magic, contemplating the pros and cons of entering the sea at this point when he’s uncertain of its little change. Then, he looks at the lighthouse and the wind chimes dangling from every possible nook and cranny— Fai’s good at cramming stuff, he really is— and he sighs and thinks without their tinkling, I’ll be the only occupant, so he rolls his shoulders once, twice, then, he’s off— leaping into the mouth of the sea.
The water doesn’t hit, it welcomes him into the depth of its arms slippery and sweet, and the deeper he goes, the longer the caress of sea bubbles and kelp feel on his skin. Still, Fai has to be quick; experienced as he is, he’s always set a limit of five minutes to resurface, and staying any longer isn’t a thing to be made a constant of.
(Stay with me, the chilly water simpers, stay with me and never ever leave.)
His breath still in check, Fai pushes on, looking for a glimmer, ears all too eager for the sound of a familiar ding!-- signalling the purpose of his dive. He swims amongst schools of fishes, and carefully hovers over coral reefs, cuts through currents as best as he can until he hears it: a tiny little ding-a-ling! sparkling beside a giant clam shell.
Fai’s heart leaps, and he swiftly moves forward to scoop the small orb into his palm; it tingles his skin warmly, glowing a merry candy cotton pink as if it’s chirping hello, hello, I’m glad I got to meet you; his fingers close over it: thank you, I’m glad to meet you too, let’s remain this happy together.
Just as he kicks up to resurface, a desperate current reaches for him.
(Hurry, hurry, it urges, you’ve got to hurry, there’s a girl by the shore, she’s all alone, and who know what’ll happen.)
Originally, Fai had planned to collect four more musical note orbs after resurfacing for air, but the current’s worry and information set his heart racing because what on earth— Fai had been the only person living on these parts of the sea, solitary, save for the occasional visits from passing ships and sailors to weather a storm together before making their way to their businesses again, so who could have drifted off so far away from the mainland and ended up here on their own, no more and no less?
Fast as a seagull’s passing, Fai breaches the surface, breath heaving, and he stumbles towards the shore, eyes already desperately seeking for the girl the sea current spoke of. He prays that she’s safe, and in his best hopes, uninjured.
He doesn’t notice her at first, so focused is he on finding her on land that he didn’t think to scan the waters around him, and when he does, his heart leaps uncomfortably again.
(Fai isn’t exactly an old man, despite the hundred and twenty he’s got on him, but surprises like this don’t come by very often, and Fai wonders if he’ll be able to take anymore of it.)
She floats on the water, secured in place by a finger-like sprout of whitish-pink coral that keeps her safe, for it curves under and around her: the sea’s own protective cage.
He rushes over, feet splashing water as he stops by her side. Upon his presence, the coral sinks, creaking, curling under the waves, slowly returning to its proper resting place.
Fai quickly cradles her unconscious form to his chest and brings her out of the water, carrying the girl to the waiting lighthouse and its ever patient wind chimes.
*
(When he was still based on the mainland, there had been a boy. Once. He’d come up to Fai as Fai slid on his gear and prepared to dive for musical notes day after day, and every single time he was beside him, the boy would ask—)
(Are you happy with what you’re doing? Are you happy with what you are?)
(But Fai never answered, and his red eyes stung Fai harder than a rockfish ever could.)
*
He kicks the lighthouse’s entrance door open, rattling its walls and the wind chimes on it, muttering I’m sorry, I’m sorry, this is an emergency under his breath, and ascends the spiral staircase at two steps at a time. His bedroom is on the third floor so Fai stops there and barges into his room; despite his harried movements, he sets the girl down on his mattress with all the tenderness he can muster.
The girl is pretty, her auburn hair would have curled cheerfully about her face if it wasn’t wet from being soaked in sea water, but that’s the least of Fai’s problems at the moment; once he’s certain that she’s still breathing, shallow as it is, he exits his room and clambers up to the highest deck— where the lighthouse’s lamp resides.
He reaches for the bottle of kerosene he stores in a cupboard there, and lets its pungent oil slick through a funnel and into the lamp’s filaments. Then, he rummages for a matchbox and strikes a match.
He tosses it too into the pool of kerosene under the filament, and he waits.
The lamp lights up and shines an unearthly yellow, a waning moon glowing stoically on upon the land and its sea.
*
(If there’s one thing Fai had ever learnt from the boy though, is that his persistence is deeper than any trench; one day he’d come up to Fai again, but he’s not a boy any longer, he’s a man now, tall and proper, and this time he doesn’t ask, he says—)
(I heard you’re moving to the Celesian lighthouse, a breath sucked in, an effort not to stumble, I’m a Captain and a sailor now, so if you ever need me, just—)
(Fai’s eyes widen at the bloom of what feels like an anemone inside his chest.)
(— light its lamp fire, and I’ll come help you in whatever.)
*
When Kurogane’s ship docks by the atoll connecting to shore of the lighthouse, Fai comes running.
“Kuro-pon, Kuro-chan!” He wheezes, uncaring of the face the sailor pulls at that, “a miracle has happened!”
“What?” The other man snaps, but does it so fondly that even Fai has to roll his eyes at his lack of bite. He jumps down from the ships’s plank way and lands right in front of Fai, who, without any hesitation whatsoever, latches his hands onto Kurogane’s chest and drags. “Could you just calm down for a second and tell me what’s—“
“There’s a girl!” Fai gulps air, and then, continues: “She washed up just by the edge of the shore’s waters this morning, and I don’t know what to do! I don’t even know how she got here!”
“Then, how did you even know she got here in the first place?” Kurogane quirks an eyebrow, strides stretching longer to match Fai’s hurried steps as they head to the lighthouse.
Fai doesn’t pause at all, just says, “The sea current told me.”
(Because it’s the truth, no matter what anyone else might say to that.)
“I see.” Kurogane nods, making Fai’s heart leap
(It isn’t any fun being lonely, it really is, but this is not the right time to deal with feelings.)
Once again, Fai kicks the lightdoor’s house open, much to Kurogane’s chagrin.
“Why are you always like this?” He grouses and makes sure the door is closed properly this time before he starts climbing the stairs.
Fai, already a floor up so his voice is a bit faint, calls back, “But I always say sorry to the lighthouse every time I make that mistake!” Then, a bit louder: “Hurry, Kuro-sama! I think she might be coming awake!”
With a heavy sigh that comes loose from some deep-seated weariness, Kurogane sighs and mutters, “It’s not the lighthouse I’m worried about, it’s your damned foot.” But time is always running, so he, in turn, rushes up the stairway, all the way to where he faintly remembers Fai’s bedroom is. He stops short at the door when he realises that actually, yes, the girl on Fai’s bed must be the one he was referring to, and that, yes again, she is indeed awake.
“How is she?” He inquires and stalks to Fai’s side.
“I’m not quite sure yet,” Fai bites his lip and lowers himself to her level as she sits up. He reaches behind her to prop the pillows better for her to lean more comfortably on, noting how she doesn’t flinch from human contact and is still in a bit of a daze. Fai glances at Kurogane again. “Can you get me a kettle of warm water, a cup and some towels?”
Once the man has left to do his bidding, he turns to the girl, giving her a moment or two to collect herself before gently asking, “How do you feel, Miss?”
She turns to look at him with wide kelp-green eyes, which only become wider once she registers that she isn’t alone, and squeaks. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to intrude but, but, here I am--“ She breaks off then, and continues, slowly, wonderingly. “Where am I actually if you don’t mind telling me?”
Fai blinks at her sudden flurry of words, but keeps his voice soft when he answers, “You’re at the Celesian lighthouse, Miss.”
“Ah,” she says to that. “Then, I really am alive.” The girl lifts her hands and stares at her palms, her nails, her fingertips, and her wrist. Then, as matter-of-factly as you’d please, she gasped, “I really am human!”
Fai is fortunately saved from reacting to that by Kurogane’s entry, arms laden with the things that he’d asked for. Kurogane nods at the girl when she looks a little fearful at him. “Water?” Kurogane sets the kettle on Fai’s bedside drawer chest, lays the towels beside it, and pours a cup for her to drink.
She accepts it and drinks like she’s thirsted for a drop of water for ever so long. “T-thank you!”
“No problem,” he replies and takes the cup to fill it again.
Fai smiles at that; he knew the man had a secret softness inside of him despite the gruffness he usually projects, and it shows now, more than ever, as Kurogane doesn’t say much but answers in gestures: straightening the blankets Fai had thrown over the girl, refilling her cup even when she doesn’t ask for him to do so, and glancing at Fai every now and then to make sure that Fai too is alright.
Fai decides to make himself useful as well.
Rummaging through his drawers, he flings shirt after shirt out of it in order to find a suitable piece of clothing for the girl to change into. It wouldn’t do for her to remain in the green dress he first found her in, she might catch a cold.
“You’re messing up your room,” Kurogane casually remarks, all too used to Fai’s antics by now.
“Then, help me find a dress or a really long shirt or something.”
“My shirts on the ship would all just dwarf her, idiot!”
“What? Like how they dwarf me? That isn’t so bad, you know, Kuro-sama.”
The only thing that stops Kurogane from lunging after Fai to shake some sense into him is the giggle the girl suddenly lets slip. She brings a hand to her mouth, likely to cover it from embarrassment, but when the other two say nothing else, she drops it and beams, soft and true. “You both seem to be very close to each other.”
“Well,” Fai replies and rubs the back of his head sheepishly, “we’re as close as we’ll ever be.” Then, he exclaims a-ha! and pulls out a sundress that had somehow made its way into his wardrobe. “Here, you can wear this instead. If you stay any longer in your current clothes, you might catch a chill and fall sick.” He gets up and moves to leave the room, pulling Kurogane with him. “Take your time to change!”
When he shuts the door, he looks to the side and comes face-to-face with Kurogane.
(His stupid heart and its stupid leaps.)
“Why’d you even have that dress for?” He grunts, red eyes boring into Fai’s.
Fai only smirks and tweaks his nose, then, twirls away.
“Wouldn’t you like to know~?” He singsongs, although really, he’s walking further and further away.
Kurogane says nothing, and follows after.
*
(It isn’t fun being lonely, he tells a coral and its reefs a week after he’s moved into the lighthouse, it isn’t fun to love something but be shunned for it; it isn’t fun loving someone but not knowing how to go about it, it’s just never, never fun.)
(But do you want to know what’s fun? the reef soothes and his temper dies.)
(Learning how to stand up for yourself, and for what you want, and protecting them.)
*
“Oi, idiot. You haven’t even changed out of your wetsuit yet.”
“Oh, you’re right!”
“Screw you and your ohs, go get changed after she’s done! Worrying about everyone else but forgetting about your own health, tch.”
“Worrywart Kuro-pon is the best! Always after people with his tchs’ and his ois’!”
“Oi—!!”
“See? Point proven.”
*
Fai knocks on his room door. “Miss, are you done yet?”
“Yes, yes, please come in!”
He shares a look with Kurogane before entering, gasping in delight as he takes in how beautiful she looks in the light pink sundress. “You look lovely!” He nudges Kurogane’s side; the man grunts in assent.
The girl’s cheeks flushes slightly at his words and her smile is sun-bright, warm and blinding. She curtseys. “Thank you very much, both for your words and this dress.” Her eyes then glance at the wind chimes all over his room, mouth curiously asking, “I bumped into a few but they didn’t make any sounds…?”
“Ah, that’s because they’re out of music. Allow me to correct that.” He brings himself to stand in the middle of the room, pulls out the musical note orb he’d gotten from the sea earlier, and concentrates. His leyline curls and becomes one with it; the orb’s glow shines until the whole room glows with it, and branches of power stemming from the cerulean leyline and the pink orb rise up and out, connecting with every available wind chime around them, making them glow too.
Fai breathes.
The sea wind wafts in and pokes at a wind chime he’s made out of keys and chains that had washed up on the shore.
It cheerfully jangles, and Fai finds that all is right again— for now.
An enthusiastic clapping of hands breaks him out of his focus; the girl runs up to him, excitedly exclaiming, “That was wonderful, Mr—“ She blinks a few times. “Um, Mr…”
“Just call me Fai,” he answers kindly, patting her on the shoulder. “That’s actually normal around here, Miss. We need to power up objects with music notes we get from the sea every once in a while, otherwise, they’ll just be silent no matter how much we shake or touch.”
“The human world really is so different,” the girl sighs. Fai perks up at that, because that’s the most peculiar choice of words he’s ever heard of; he’s about to ask further but someone cuffs his head from the back instead.
“Your turn to change, idiot mage,” Kurogane reminds him. His fingers curl at the back of Fai’s nape, stroking the stray ends of blonde hair there.
Fai doesn’t trust himself to say anything else so close to him like this, and simply nods in agreement.
*
“So, what’s your name?”
Fai sets a plate of egg sandwiches down for them to eat, and looks at the visitor the sea had brought to him.
She seems at a loss initially, but then she points to her dress. “What’s the name of this dress’ colour?”
“Pink?”
“Alright, my name’s Pink then!” She seems happy enough with this, oblivious to the glances Kurogane sends to Fai, and tucks into the sandwiches with gusto, her face cutely relaxing with pleasure. “They’re delicious, Mr. Fai!”
Kurogane cuts in before Fai can speak; he points to one of the wind chimes swirling in the dining room: a recreation of a dark tree with pink blossoms trailing from its branches. She turns to follow his finger’s direction. “You see that? That’s a sakura tree. There’s none around here, but they’re really pretty when they bloom.” He coughs and glares at Fai, who had been quietly snickering beside him. “They’re pink too, so how about you take that name on instead?”
“Sakura?” She tilts her head. “I guess that’s a good name too.” Her smile is still curved on her lips, but it’s turned a little bittersweet. “I shall be Sakura until the end of today’s dusk.”
“Why’s that so, Miss Sakura? Is something wrong? What can we do to help you?” Fai blurts out, starting to get a little worried; Kurogane’s knee bumps against his under the table: calm down, don’t be too hasty.
She huffs fondly at his distraught expression and her shoulders are set with with something akin to knowing acceptance. “Didn’t Mother Sea tell you?”
Fai’s voice drops, barely escaping as a whisper. “Tell me what?”
Sakura doesn’t blink.
“That I’m a piece of broken coral she brought to life for a day as a human, as my last wish.”
*
(Oh, the life of a diver, always going under, always getting lost on purpose, will they ever come up for air on this surface, will they ever stay long enough on this dry earth?)
(The old people’s whispers grow stronger, and Fai—)
(Fai just sinks further.)
*
There is silence until Kurogane breaks it.
“What are we waiting for then?” He says with all obviousness in the world and jerks his chin at the cuckoo clock Fai’s nailed to the kitchen’s pillar. “Let’s make the most of your time while you still have it.”
Fai regains his thoughts, and rounds up on Kurogane, furiously hissing, “How can you be so insensitive, she’s just told us she’s only alive for the rest of the evening and you, you—“
The sensation of Kurogane’s fingers at the back of his nape
(I want to do something, anything; let me protect what I love and what I want, the shadows behind his eyes scream and scream.)
But, that’s the thing about Kurogane and his stinging, stinging red eyes that brings Fai back to his feet, no longer floundering in uncertainly, but steady as he is when he touches the calm shore. Fai swallows, roughly, an undefined lump sticking stubborn like a barnacle to his throat that he doesn’t want to address at the moment because time is always running and Sakura-- they have to run after time as well to make the most of what they have.
Fai turns to face her with every bit of sincerity he can pull from himself. “What would like to do, Miss Sakura?”
Sakura’s face lights up far better than any dawn or lamp or fire. She breathes, ”Everything.”
Kurogane snorts, but most of his snorts, as usual, are imbued with some bit of fondness. A grin spreads his lips and bares his teeth, ferocity in approval as he says, “That’s the spirit!”
(Fai wants to punch him for being so unfairly handsome— with his mouth.)
And they do just about as much as possible— making a racket with the wind chimes, baking cupcakes, nosing about on Kurogane’s ship, lighting the lighthouse’s lamp for no reason, and so much more— with whatever they can.
*
(But there’s a boy isn’t there?, the reef ponders in his second week of talking to it, a man now.)
(Maybe, Fai looks away and answers.)
(Definitely, the reef corrects him, and the sting of salt in sea water on his bitten lip makes Fai blink, and think of one particular pair of red eyes, always leading him back to where their owner wanders.)
*
When the sun breaches the horizon and dusk makes its arrival, they stand by the shore and await the inevitable.
Sakura puts a toe on a lapping wave, and draws it back, smiling as she turns around to face Kurogane and Fai, backlit by burnt orange. “I think it’s about time. Thank you for everything, really!”
“I’m glad you had a good time.” Fai is so, so proud that his voice doesn’t waver, and leans closer to Kurogane’s side. The other mad simply nods, but his feelings are still felt despite the distance.
“I’m happy to have met you two as well!” She sings out as she backs into the water, slowly, slowly, shrinking further and further into the deeper end, pink dress bloating, auburn hair soaked once again, and just before she goes under, Fai calls out:
“Maybe I’ll see you again one day, or maybe even years and years from now, maybe— maybe, no matter how impossibly, 20, 000 leagues under the sea!”
And the smile she replies with haunts him forever.
*
Once the last sight of Sakura is swallowed by the sea, Fai takes Kurogane’s hand in his and grips harder.
“Stay with me for a bit, just a little longer.”
Kurogane huffs a yes and this time, oh, this time— Fai doesn’t feel like he’s drowning when Kurogane leans down and kisses his cheek.
Then, all is as they are, and that’s even stranger still.
~the end.
Thank you for reading! How did I do?
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The imagery is so beautiful here and it's lovely to read. It flows gently, building slowly, and I really enjoyed it. Lovely writing and characterisation, I really liked this.
Thank you!
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2. How well did this fic handle the prompt? (1-10) 8 while I love the idea of Fai being around with the ocean and him with his lighthouse, it didn't explore the depths of that bond. It was teased and hinted at, it just need some expansion.
3. How much did you enjoy this fic overall? (1-10) 9. I wish we had seen more interaction between Fai and Kurogane. Did they know they loved each other? Do they both have long lives? Sakura was an interesting idea to get them together, but I wish we had seen more. Why can't they be together, can't Fai be in a ship or vice versa? I have a lot of questions and that doesn't happen unless I really enjoy the world building.
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10! You really hit the mark on that, imo!
2. How well did this fic handle the prompt?
9 - The diving helped for sure, but sadly not a whole lotta action under the sea! And there wasn't much to identify this one as Team Dark, either.
3. How much did you enjoy this fic overall?
10! Very imaginative! I love seeing new ideas for cool magical things ~
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(Anonymous) 2016-08-17 03:07 am (UTC)(link)2. 8
3. 10
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You said this prompt sung to you, and I can believe it - this whole story felt like music, rising and falling and ebbing with the tide of bittersweetness that threading through it like the notes in a song. It was lovely and light even in the face of something so sad, and the gentle feeling I got from Fai and Kurogane and the sea-born Sakura stayed with me a long time after I read this.
This was beautiful, really and truly. I loved how unique this felt - Fai diving for sounds, the lighthouse standing tall and strong, the rough gentleness of Kurogane. I've seen lighthouses standing on seashores, all over the state where I live, and reading this felt like that feeling you get when you stand inside a lighthouse and look right up into the dizzying height that spirals through the tower. It was wonderful.
Thank you so much for writing for the Olympics this year, and I hope to see you in next year's event too!
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1. How in-character was this fic?
Since this is an AU fic I really dislike this question since I feel like it is asking me to compare your original interpretation of the characters with the manga :/ but for the sake of scoring I felt the spirit of the characters where embodied in this fic. Also with that new silent familiarity between Fai and Kurogane share in TWC is felt here as well. That being said besides the few informative conversations with the sea we don't really get a strong sense of the three characters here.
7
2. How well did this fic handle the prompt?
I felt this was a creative approach to the prompt, I certainly wouldn't have ever thought about having the sea itself be a character. I do feel like this was more a 'beach/by the shore' fic than '20,000 Leagues under the sea'- but how much does that really matter when it is all creative interpretation? I do have to say that the over them of 'dark' was never addressed? Or if it was I sadly over looked it -_-;
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3. How much did you enjoy this fic overall?
Oh I love your writing style and flow! A very entertaining read. The pacing in your story is great and it has a certain lyrical beat when it is the parts in between the present narrative. I loved those parts, so enjoyable! I really do like your visions of the characters too.
10
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2. How well did this fic handle the prompt? 5
There was certainly some under the sea aspect to the story but it didn't really feel like it was the focus. It also seemed to be missing the Team Dark aspect.
3. How much did you enjoy this fic overall? 8.5
It was a very sweet short story but it seemed to be missing details when I actually stopped to think about it. I guess the best way to describe it was that it felt I was dropped into the story a few chapters in and missed the beginning of it so I felt a tad lost. Even so, I really enjoyed the fic! Your writing style is stunning and incredibly pleasant to read.
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How in-character was this fic? (1-10)
9 The characters where well done and Kurogane shone through even with his limited lines and screen time :D
How well did this fic handle the prompt? (1-10)
6 I really enjoyed the fic and it was a wonderful setting and world you made. I think it could have done a little more with the prompt than the diving theme and I don't think your Dark part of the prompt really came through
How much did you enjoy this fic overall? (1-10)
10. I loved the fic. It was a nice piece with great imagery and a wonderful feeling to it.
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(Anonymous) 2016-08-26 02:30 am (UTC)(link)2. How well did this fic handle the prompt? 8
3. How much did you enjoy this fic overall? 9
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I really liked the atmosphere of it, and overall I really liked it. I feel like you could have explored the prompt a bit more, you really have interesting concepts there that could be developed further. But nevertheless I really enjoyed it <3.
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(Anonymous) 2016-08-26 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)1) 10/10
2) 10/10
3) 10/10
THIS FIC WAS SO CUUUUTE
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10
2. How well did this fic handle the prompt? (1-10)
9
3. How much did you enjoy this fic overall? (1-10)
9
I loved your spin on the prompt! There’s a really tangible melancholic mood to this fic and the world is painted really viscerally! Really enjoyed my dip into this somewhat languid, somewhat sweet, somewhat poetic piece!