[evil begone. dash my enemies at your feet. may only good fortune pass through this threshold from now on. Vincent had been half-joking when he'd suggested they lend their own spiritual energy to the ofuda to make up for its shortcomings, but as he watches the tag pass through the flame he finds himself attempting it in earnest.
it was simply nostalgia, or desperation. or maybe, just maybe...there was something exhilarating about this whole endeavor. it was like being suspended over an abyss and having the audacity to attempt a backflip.]
Mm, but where would we find one this late?
[the thoughtful question comes as he moves to carefully light up their other pieces of paper, allowing their unsettling glow to take the lighter's place in sprawling across their faces. his face is so innocent in this moment that it would be easy to forget the conversation he's currently participating in.]
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it was simply nostalgia, or desperation. or maybe, just maybe...there was something exhilarating about this whole endeavor. it was like being suspended over an abyss and having the audacity to attempt a backflip.]
Mm, but where would we find one this late?
[the thoughtful question comes as he moves to carefully light up their other pieces of paper, allowing their unsettling glow to take the lighter's place in sprawling across their faces. his face is so innocent in this moment that it would be easy to forget the conversation he's currently participating in.]