[while Kit's thoughts were full of the philosophical nature of misfortune and the supernatural, Vincent's were preoccupied with memories. inhaling the familiar smell of smoke and ash, he can't help but think of New Years past and the ceremonial burning of the darumas. he'd looked forward to it every year as a child, watching the dolls piled in gigantic red piles to return back to the heavens. they'd watched over them all those months, and now their shift was over.
would this little ofuda do the same diligent work as the talismans and charms of his past? as his eyes refocus back to the present and onto Kit, he can't be truly certain of the answer. but he's willing to believe, so long as it was a private faith.]
It's your turn anyway. There's no getting out of it.
[he'd taken the brunt of the last attempt, after all. it was only fair for Kit to take those precarious first steps this time around.]
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would this little ofuda do the same diligent work as the talismans and charms of his past? as his eyes refocus back to the present and onto Kit, he can't be truly certain of the answer. but he's willing to believe, so long as it was a private faith.]
It's your turn anyway. There's no getting out of it.
[he'd taken the brunt of the last attempt, after all. it was only fair for Kit to take those precarious first steps this time around.]