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kh_drabble2005-08-23 11:25 am
taichara) wrote in kh_drabble2005-08-23 11:25 am
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Dedication
This is a little too long to really be a drabble, but in the quiet of the community I thought that I would share ...
Challenge: none
Title: Dedication [midnight]
Wordcount: 389
Characters: Riku
Spoilers: [deep dive], ASAS (an interpretation of a scene); Chain of Memories [reverse rebirth] (general information)
Dedication [midnight]
I can still feel you.
I can taste you; bitter and black.
Smell you; frost and rotting flowers.
Bastard.
I can still hear you laughing.
He stood in the darkness and closed his eyes slowly, breath escaping in a soft hiss of a sigh.
One hand clenched convulsively where the sculpted onyx hilt of his blacked blade should be; the other closed around a wisp of blackened silk.
Why was he here in this blackened city of iron and glowing glass?
What was the point?
To hold back the tide of darkness crashing against it, til the worlds' shining savior hatched from his chrysalis, woke from the dream, and dragged the worlds laughing into light.
Never mind that it should have been himself.
Soul-eaten and hollow, he'd made his choice long before he could ever realize that there had been a choice to make.
Never forget that he had given himself over to that comfort of bitter, rotting flowers.
Now he used that dark blessing against those who had gifted it to him.
Life for a life; and heart for a heart.
Even if it meant dealing with these lesser evils ...
He plucked idly at the lead-shining beads trailing onto his breast, and a faint twisted smile flickered across his face.
It didn't matter, as long as he could hurt them.
And cause just a bit of agony for the darkened canker eating him from the inside out.
The merest thought feeds the lingering shadow buried so deeply in his spirit; and he bites down on the black anger that washes over like a damning tide.
There is power in that anger; but it is also an open invitation to the darkness waiting down deep inside.
So much better just to wait for the pale bright shadow who shares his colors to arrive, bearing a weapon so suited to the only thing that keeps him moving forward.
Memories of the past were all that he had, in this shadowed half-life world.
I can hear you laughing, because you think you own me.
We'll see who owns who.
No one owns me.
Not even myself.
Time to end this.
A graceful plunge from the shimmering darkened rooftop;
and a smooth black-diamond blade slides into his hand as though it were always there.
This time, I fight.
Challenge: none
Title: Dedication [midnight]
Wordcount: 389
Characters: Riku
Spoilers: [deep dive], ASAS (an interpretation of a scene); Chain of Memories [reverse rebirth] (general information)
Dedication [midnight]
I can still feel you.
I can taste you; bitter and black.
Smell you; frost and rotting flowers.
Bastard.
I can still hear you laughing.
He stood in the darkness and closed his eyes slowly, breath escaping in a soft hiss of a sigh.
One hand clenched convulsively where the sculpted onyx hilt of his blacked blade should be; the other closed around a wisp of blackened silk.
Why was he here in this blackened city of iron and glowing glass?
What was the point?
To hold back the tide of darkness crashing against it, til the worlds' shining savior hatched from his chrysalis, woke from the dream, and dragged the worlds laughing into light.
Never mind that it should have been himself.
Soul-eaten and hollow, he'd made his choice long before he could ever realize that there had been a choice to make.
Never forget that he had given himself over to that comfort of bitter, rotting flowers.
Now he used that dark blessing against those who had gifted it to him.
Life for a life; and heart for a heart.
Even if it meant dealing with these lesser evils ...
He plucked idly at the lead-shining beads trailing onto his breast, and a faint twisted smile flickered across his face.
It didn't matter, as long as he could hurt them.
And cause just a bit of agony for the darkened canker eating him from the inside out.
The merest thought feeds the lingering shadow buried so deeply in his spirit; and he bites down on the black anger that washes over like a damning tide.
There is power in that anger; but it is also an open invitation to the darkness waiting down deep inside.
So much better just to wait for the pale bright shadow who shares his colors to arrive, bearing a weapon so suited to the only thing that keeps him moving forward.
Memories of the past were all that he had, in this shadowed half-life world.
I can hear you laughing, because you think you own me.
We'll see who owns who.
No one owns me.
Not even myself.
Time to end this.
A graceful plunge from the shimmering darkened rooftop;
and a smooth black-diamond blade slides into his hand as though it were always there.
This time, I fight.
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I have one thing to say to you.
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