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fan_flashworks2013-07-20 12:53 am
elanya.livejournal.com) wrote in fan_flashworks2013-07-20 12:53 am
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Welcome to Night Vale: Fanfic: A Difficult Matter
Title: A Difficult Matter
Fandom: Welcome to Night Vale
Rating: G
Length: 100
Notes: Title stolen from T.S. Eliot's "The Naming of Cats'. It was that or some terrible pun on 'stationary'. Also I have no idea how the cat's name is actually spelled - the perils of an audio format canon with little text support >.>
Summary: Koschek reflects
A Difficult Matter
The avatar remained imprisoned, but this plane's inhabitants understood their role as servants to the godhead. They constructed a fountain for libations, brought offerings of specially prepared flesh, and ritually removed the offensive wastes of corporeality. They performed cleansings and ablutions before approaching to lavish praises and devotion upon this form. Echoes of its name resonated through the void between worlds. They named it him, named him Koschek. When the lesser minions came, they too were granted priests.
Perhaps, once it was free, there could yet be mercy for this world – mercy in exchange for proper tribute of tuna flakes.
Fandom: Welcome to Night Vale
Rating: G
Length: 100
Notes: Title stolen from T.S. Eliot's "The Naming of Cats'. It was that or some terrible pun on 'stationary'. Also I have no idea how the cat's name is actually spelled - the perils of an audio format canon with little text support >.>
Summary: Koschek reflects
A Difficult Matter
The avatar remained imprisoned, but this plane's inhabitants understood their role as servants to the godhead. They constructed a fountain for libations, brought offerings of specially prepared flesh, and ritually removed the offensive wastes of corporeality. They performed cleansings and ablutions before approaching to lavish praises and devotion upon this form. Echoes of its name resonated through the void between worlds. They named it him, named him Koschek. When the lesser minions came, they too were granted priests.
Perhaps, once it was free, there could yet be mercy for this world – mercy in exchange for proper tribute of tuna flakes.