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kh_drabbleChallenge: Scream [36]
Title: Lost
Word count: 294
Notes: c.c/ how can I resist a challenge like this, seriously. <3<3
He wants truth like some people want fine silk.
He needs it like he needs water; to live. It slips through his fingers, mist, intangible shadow. Long ago, he was consumed by the madness of believing that they were laughing, laughing at him, and he has never recovered. Truth is all he lives for, if he lives at all.
When it does come to him, it is a bleak and bitter truth, nothing that he bargained for.
Broken portraits in the halls of his empty castle, torn curtains, crumbling walls, cloying smell of death and moldering skeletons in so many closets that he can no longer find, the memory of faces he hasn't seen in over ten years (or longer? perhaps longer) haunt him, follow him.
There are shadows under his eyes when he finally sleeps. He has difficulty sleeping.
He knows.
They know, and he knows, and they are there all around him, under his eyes, beneath his feet. Everywhere and nowhere (it's the latter that bothers him). He hates them. Hates that he has made them, that he has become one of them.
Glossy, luminescent, that is what madness is. A light in the darkness (there is so much darkness anymore) and all he has, all he is. He has a name, but it means less and less to him with every second that passes.
Ansem.
Ansem is nothing. Ansem is lost.
In Kingdom Hearts, it is impossible to hear his scream. He is surrounded by the chorus of a thousand dying worlds, drowned in the destruction of everything that was.
It makes him smile as though he has forgotten what it means. Truth, what is truth? Truth is nothing, nothing is everything, Ansem is a part of everything, Ansem is lost.
Title: Lost
Word count: 294
Notes: c.c/ how can I resist a challenge like this, seriously. <3<3
He wants truth like some people want fine silk.
He needs it like he needs water; to live. It slips through his fingers, mist, intangible shadow. Long ago, he was consumed by the madness of believing that they were laughing, laughing at him, and he has never recovered. Truth is all he lives for, if he lives at all.
When it does come to him, it is a bleak and bitter truth, nothing that he bargained for.
Broken portraits in the halls of his empty castle, torn curtains, crumbling walls, cloying smell of death and moldering skeletons in so many closets that he can no longer find, the memory of faces he hasn't seen in over ten years (or longer? perhaps longer) haunt him, follow him.
There are shadows under his eyes when he finally sleeps. He has difficulty sleeping.
He knows.
They know, and he knows, and they are there all around him, under his eyes, beneath his feet. Everywhere and nowhere (it's the latter that bothers him). He hates them. Hates that he has made them, that he has become one of them.
Glossy, luminescent, that is what madness is. A light in the darkness (there is so much darkness anymore) and all he has, all he is. He has a name, but it means less and less to him with every second that passes.
Ansem.
Ansem is nothing. Ansem is lost.
In Kingdom Hearts, it is impossible to hear his scream. He is surrounded by the chorus of a thousand dying worlds, drowned in the destruction of everything that was.
It makes him smile as though he has forgotten what it means. Truth, what is truth? Truth is nothing, nothing is everything, Ansem is a part of everything, Ansem is lost.
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Date: 2005-09-25 03:21 am (UTC)Perhaps I'll write a full review late - I'm sleepy.
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Date: 2005-09-25 03:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-25 09:12 am (UTC)This is written so nicely~ I love the last few lines; they're very poignant.
There's more I like, but I can't word it properly. XD;;
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Date: 2005-09-25 03:10 pm (UTC)