Silvershadow
Aug. 1st, 2005 08:51 pmHello, new arrival here ... thought I'd try a hand at the current Challenge by way of an introduction :)
I don't know if this is drabble-standard in format, it just sort of happened ..
Title: Silvershadow
Challenge: Chain of Memories
Words: 199
Spoilers: Vexen's "project", general Reverse-Rebirth spoiler ...?
Notes: Nothing meant to be implied, here, but people often have their own interpretations .. ^_^
In the dimness, tired, drained, oddly elated -- such a strange emotion! --
He gazed down upon his work, his creation, his little false-life.
So perfect.
With a long-fingered hand, he traced the line of the firm yet delicate jaw, the high cheekbones;
Sifted his fingers through the soft hair like silver ice.
A perfect mirror, missing nothing.
A suitable foil to set against the child of burning light,
A pawn against a pawn.
This way, he mused, was perhaps a little more kind, more forgiving.
Not an enslavement, no; merely a ... reflection.
From shadows and his own frost he crafted a dragon's-wing sharp as frozen glass,
Placed it next to one strong hand encased in black.
His creation would wield the darkness well,
Put to fine use his phantom heart.
If all were well, that heart could lead to many haunting searched-for things;
Ah, irony; that a created life possesses what its creator no longer has.
A thing to think upon, in the quiet and the dark.
Standing silent in the dimness, he regarded his creation;
Then leaned in low, and breathed a life into the mask-still form.
"Riku, wake."
"There is work to do ..."
I don't know if this is drabble-standard in format, it just sort of happened ..
Title: Silvershadow
Challenge: Chain of Memories
Words: 199
Spoilers: Vexen's "project", general Reverse-Rebirth spoiler ...?
Notes: Nothing meant to be implied, here, but people often have their own interpretations .. ^_^
In the dimness, tired, drained, oddly elated -- such a strange emotion! --
He gazed down upon his work, his creation, his little false-life.
So perfect.
With a long-fingered hand, he traced the line of the firm yet delicate jaw, the high cheekbones;
Sifted his fingers through the soft hair like silver ice.
A perfect mirror, missing nothing.
A suitable foil to set against the child of burning light,
A pawn against a pawn.
This way, he mused, was perhaps a little more kind, more forgiving.
Not an enslavement, no; merely a ... reflection.
From shadows and his own frost he crafted a dragon's-wing sharp as frozen glass,
Placed it next to one strong hand encased in black.
His creation would wield the darkness well,
Put to fine use his phantom heart.
If all were well, that heart could lead to many haunting searched-for things;
Ah, irony; that a created life possesses what its creator no longer has.
A thing to think upon, in the quiet and the dark.
Standing silent in the dimness, he regarded his creation;
Then leaned in low, and breathed a life into the mask-still form.
"Riku, wake."
"There is work to do ..."