[294] Starting Out
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kh_drabbleChallenge: [294] Starting Out
Title: Hues of Blue
Word Count: 271
Notes: n/a.
He bends by the river, scooping water into his dirty, rough palms and into his dry mouth. Out of an amber eye, the ripples of the water catch his sights . And for the first time in what felt like forever, he saw himself.
He couldn't remember when was the last time he saw his own reflection. It must have been some time during his youth. Young face with a young body, and most important of all: a young heart.
Now he sees shades of white and amber. He finds himself unrecognizable. His youth had turn into basic wear and tear. His young naive mind knew all too much now.
Knowledge presents itself as an unwanted gift. His heart knows no hurt, no love, no emotion. Only suffering.
He wonders how he got to this point. So far beyond what he had hoped of being during his youth. Now as a grown man, the answer is clear to him.
"Isn't this how we all fall?" He whispers to no one in particular, a faint smile on his lips. "By loving somebody."
He closes his amber eyes, and flashes back to a time where all he knew was hues of blue and the love of a beautiful woman.
He thought he was going to protect her.
And somewhere along the road, he took a wrong turn.
His identity is unclear to him, he only knows what he feels and remembers somewhat of his youthful past.
Underneath his tough, now aging exterior, he knows underneath… there is still a young, naive heart.
In the sand, he carefully makes a 'T', followed by and 'E'…
Title: Hues of Blue
Word Count: 271
Notes: n/a.
He bends by the river, scooping water into his dirty, rough palms and into his dry mouth. Out of an amber eye, the ripples of the water catch his sights . And for the first time in what felt like forever, he saw himself.
He couldn't remember when was the last time he saw his own reflection. It must have been some time during his youth. Young face with a young body, and most important of all: a young heart.
Now he sees shades of white and amber. He finds himself unrecognizable. His youth had turn into basic wear and tear. His young naive mind knew all too much now.
Knowledge presents itself as an unwanted gift. His heart knows no hurt, no love, no emotion. Only suffering.
He wonders how he got to this point. So far beyond what he had hoped of being during his youth. Now as a grown man, the answer is clear to him.
"Isn't this how we all fall?" He whispers to no one in particular, a faint smile on his lips. "By loving somebody."
He closes his amber eyes, and flashes back to a time where all he knew was hues of blue and the love of a beautiful woman.
He thought he was going to protect her.
And somewhere along the road, he took a wrong turn.
His identity is unclear to him, he only knows what he feels and remembers somewhat of his youthful past.
Underneath his tough, now aging exterior, he knows underneath… there is still a young, naive heart.
In the sand, he carefully makes a 'T', followed by and 'E'…
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Date: 2012-09-29 07:18 am (UTC)I kept trying to guess who this was, I should have known by the title, but I'm stupid so hey. But I kept going "Xehanort! No! Ansem!" and then all he knew was hues of blue and the love of a beautiful woman.
and theirs is the most tragical story of all, no matter if you ship them or not. Because they were supposed to be masters together, they were supposed to go on forever together and they didn't and now I have all these feelings and you are solely responsible SO GREAT GOING I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY
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Date: 2012-09-29 08:18 am (UTC)And they really are the best couple imo. DD: poor babies.
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Date: 2012-09-29 08:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-29 08:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-29 11:38 am (UTC)"Knowledge presents itself as an unwanted gift." That is so true in his case.
Great job on this!!
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Date: 2012-09-29 06:34 pm (UTC)Why he make me so sad?
Lovely. Just lovely.
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Date: 2012-09-30 01:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-09-30 01:51 am (UTC)This tore me to pieces. ;_;
Well done.
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Date: 2012-09-30 04:54 am (UTC)Terraaaaaaaaaaaaaaa *cries quietly*
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Date: 2012-10-01 12:00 am (UTC)