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luminiousTitle: The Sea Maiden
Fandom: Aoi Shiro (Visual Novel)
Author:luminious
Rating: G
Word Count: 996
Characters/Pairings: Kohaku/Yasuhime
Warnings: None outside of the implication of ritual sacrifice in part IV.
Summary:
Kurou-sama is female, but she does not dress in accordance to nor act much like the ladies Oyasu grew up with, choosing to eat meat with her hands and use her long nails to sharpen her weapons and intimidate men who fancy Oyasu, rather than to sew clothing or to entice men like the girls of Oyasu’s village ready for marriage were taught.
“Do not call me Torahime-san,” Kurou-sama warns her—and sometimes still does—when they first become acquaintances.
Kohaku, for her single orb that turns barbarians into servants, or Kurou, for the color of the sky when she was most powerful, are the only names she answers to; she dawns them proudly with no care for the looks of those around her, and Oyasu can’t be any more enamored by such a unique way for another girl of age to be.
(Or, a pre-canon look into the days Yasuhime spent with Kohaku in ancient Japan.)
Disclaimer: I do not own Aoi Shiro, nor am I or will I ever profit from this work.
( THE OCEAN THAT SURROUNDED THE SOUTHERN ISLANDS ARE MUCH HEALTHIER A SHADE OF BLUE—MUCH MORE FILLED WITH UNDISTURBED BOULDERS AND THE SIGHTINGS OF JUMPING WHALES AND LURKING SHARKS—OYASU NOTES IN HER MIND, AND IT IS ALMOST A SHINING FACTOR IN THE POSSIBLE DARKNESS THE REST OF HER DAYS ALIVE WILL BRING HER.... )
Fandom: Aoi Shiro (Visual Novel)
Author:
luminiousRating: G
Word Count: 996
Characters/Pairings: Kohaku/Yasuhime
Warnings: None outside of the implication of ritual sacrifice in part IV.
Summary:
Kurou-sama is female, but she does not dress in accordance to nor act much like the ladies Oyasu grew up with, choosing to eat meat with her hands and use her long nails to sharpen her weapons and intimidate men who fancy Oyasu, rather than to sew clothing or to entice men like the girls of Oyasu’s village ready for marriage were taught.
“Do not call me Torahime-san,” Kurou-sama warns her—and sometimes still does—when they first become acquaintances.
Kohaku, for her single orb that turns barbarians into servants, or Kurou, for the color of the sky when she was most powerful, are the only names she answers to; she dawns them proudly with no care for the looks of those around her, and Oyasu can’t be any more enamored by such a unique way for another girl of age to be.
Disclaimer: I do not own Aoi Shiro, nor am I or will I ever profit from this work.
( THE OCEAN THAT SURROUNDED THE SOUTHERN ISLANDS ARE MUCH HEALTHIER A SHADE OF BLUE—MUCH MORE FILLED WITH UNDISTURBED BOULDERS AND THE SIGHTINGS OF JUMPING WHALES AND LURKING SHARKS—OYASU NOTES IN HER MIND, AND IT IS ALMOST A SHINING FACTOR IN THE POSSIBLE DARKNESS THE REST OF HER DAYS ALIVE WILL BRING HER.... )
