Дошла в Ao no Exorcist до онгоинга. Удивительно, как поначалу кажется, будто два сезона и недоэкранизированная манга довеском - это много, а чуть погодя остается несколько томов, и этого категорически мало. Грань между мало и много, как у аптекаря из "Неуловимых...", - зыбкое, ускользающее явление.
Зато на аозе нашлось Shirou/Mephisto, неспешная история знакомства, WIP, авторпрется от персонажей, пишет уже лет пять и собирается продолжать еще столько же, долгих лет ему и хорошего здоровья.
"I think you enjoy messing with people's heads." He fished out a cigarette, clamped his teeth around it, clicked open the lighter, and lit it: each act a measured defiance. Not once did he break eye contact. "And I think it annoys the hell out of you when it doesn't work."
"Quite the contrary." The smile grew wider, the eyes narrower: Shiro could have sworn the demon purred. "The possibility of failure is the reason for embarking on any enterprise." He took a nimble leap down on the tiled bathroom floor. "And how dreary to put dear Serendipity out of work with flawless plans~ I'm looking forward to hearing more when you are less tired." He touched the brim of his hat. "For now: Träum was Schönes~"
With that, Faust disappeared in a cloud of pink smoke.
"What a clown…"
Shiro then realised that he couldn't draw any breath through his cigarette; possibly because it had been replaced with a liquorice pipe. He grumbled and fished around his pocket for a new one, only to find the packet gone. In its place was a note: Those things will be the death of you. And they stink. – Sir M. Pheles. And a star.
"Pff, bite me…"
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Зато на аозе нашлось Shirou/Mephisto, неспешная история знакомства, WIP, автор
"I think you enjoy messing with people's heads." He fished out a cigarette, clamped his teeth around it, clicked open the lighter, and lit it: each act a measured defiance. Not once did he break eye contact. "And I think it annoys the hell out of you when it doesn't work."
"Quite the contrary." The smile grew wider, the eyes narrower: Shiro could have sworn the demon purred. "The possibility of failure is the reason for embarking on any enterprise." He took a nimble leap down on the tiled bathroom floor. "And how dreary to put dear Serendipity out of work with flawless plans~ I'm looking forward to hearing more when you are less tired." He touched the brim of his hat. "For now: Träum was Schönes~"
With that, Faust disappeared in a cloud of pink smoke.
"What a clown…"
Shiro then realised that he couldn't draw any breath through his cigarette; possibly because it had been replaced with a liquorice pipe. He grumbled and fished around his pocket for a new one, only to find the packet gone. In its place was a note: Those things will be the death of you. And they stink. – Sir M. Pheles. And a star.
"Pff, bite me…"
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Да ты ж мое это самое.
зато Широ тоже может канонично отстреливаться в ответ на такую заботу))
а если говорить о параллелях, то Амаймон периодически напоминает Франа - скучающим выражением лица по умолчанию, зеленоватостью
и бесплодностью попыток воспитания