Originated in honor of Knives Day! A Knivescentric oneshot series using various writing techniques. Look into the mind of everyone's favorite Genocidal Plant!
The hourglass sat on the table, sand streaming through. Knives sat before it, fingers clasped together, head resting on them, watching, and waiting. He took a sense of serenity watching the sand slip through, much like it did his fingers, but here it was contained, controllable. Here, his power was absolute. Brilliant blue eyes half closed, he contemplated the tiny grains.
He could never hope to control them, so it was much better to contain them. It was easier to destroy that which wasn't free anyway. And fear was a very good controller.
As the sand ran out, Knives stood up. Vash knew he was coming, and Knives planned for a spectacular meeting.
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