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After so, so long. Force me to do homework and I start churning them out. XD
Challenge: Forgotten
Title: Insane
Word Count: 212
Notes: Beware rusty writing skills. No names mentioned, guess who the participants are?
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It swirls to the forefront of his mind, like the last dregs of a good dream when you first awake. But he knows he never dreams so vividly, so it must be something else—something not quite sane, irrational. Insane, because it pulls at his lips for the longest time until he gives in and sees the flash of his own smile, reflected in the other’s large eyes.
This bubbling thing—feeling? after so long?—spreads then, from his mind to his belly, because it’s huge and it won’t fit unless he offers his whole body to it. And the feeling takes up on the offer and tricks him, shaking him, causing his knees to fold and his arms to flail.
Next to him, the King pulls his own hood back, revealing large ears and a face-splitting grin, but he barely notices this, because slender arms coil around him, forcefully burying his own face into a warm neck.
His own arms lift of their own volition to circle around not-so-slender shoulders and, he remembers. He remembers what it was like to feel like this all the time—feel something, anything at all—this involuntary, insane, irrational reaction to a pair of sky-blue eyes.
He swears to himself, he will not forget again.
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Challenge: Forgotten
Title: Insane
Word Count: 212
Notes: Beware rusty writing skills. No names mentioned, guess who the participants are?
·§·§·§·
It swirls to the forefront of his mind, like the last dregs of a good dream when you first awake. But he knows he never dreams so vividly, so it must be something else—something not quite sane, irrational. Insane, because it pulls at his lips for the longest time until he gives in and sees the flash of his own smile, reflected in the other’s large eyes.
This bubbling thing—feeling? after so long?—spreads then, from his mind to his belly, because it’s huge and it won’t fit unless he offers his whole body to it. And the feeling takes up on the offer and tricks him, shaking him, causing his knees to fold and his arms to flail.
Next to him, the King pulls his own hood back, revealing large ears and a face-splitting grin, but he barely notices this, because slender arms coil around him, forcefully burying his own face into a warm neck.
His own arms lift of their own volition to circle around not-so-slender shoulders and, he remembers. He remembers what it was like to feel like this all the time—feel something, anything at all—this involuntary, insane, irrational reaction to a pair of sky-blue eyes.
He swears to himself, he will not forget again.
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Date: 2005-09-30 04:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-30 05:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-02 10:14 am (UTC)As the reviewer before me mentioned, the main character of the piece appears to be Riku. However, your hints, although quite evident, are never so obvious as to overshadow the querulous atmosphere set by Riku's own loss of self at not being able to remember, and, thus, the 'anonymous' nature of the drabble works extremely well.
I'm particularly fond of your juxtaposition of youth and maturity, here which seems quite apt given the identity of the main character. The concept of insanity, which you mention at several points in the drabble, is, without doubt, a mature and disturbing one, yet its intensity is countered by childlike terms such as 'bubbling' and 'belly', the result of which speaks clearly of a prematurely ended childhood.
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Date: 2005-10-03 04:43 am (UTC)And before I keep ensnaring myself with words... I'm glad you enjoyed it and even more glad you commented as you did. ^^
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Date: 2005-10-06 01:53 pm (UTC)