Challenge: Forgotten
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Challenge: Forgotten
Title: Particle Pieces
Word count: 316
Notes: ...please excuse the pompous title. x_x;
People are always asking if he's forgotten. It doesn't matter what, really, it's always something new; have you forgotten what we stand for? Where we came from? Why we're here? What I asked you to pick up from the store? My birthday?
'What, did you forget my name?'
It gets on his nerves like nothing else does, makes his lip curl in irritation, makes him want to snap for no reason at all. He isn't an Alzheimer’s patient, dammit.
The voice that bothers him most is internal, though, and he's not sure there is a way to respond to it, be heard. (Naturally, the correct label isn't 'it', but 'him'; he doesn't like to think about that.) What scares him is that he can't remember the name to match the voice that's whispering like an ageless dream in his ears, teasing him for losing the moniker linked to blue eyes, black hair, and confident, easy smile. There's a little divot in his mind there, a hole where something or someone reached in and plucked out the word. He thinks he fought to try to keep it. He sounds out the name at night, whispering feverishly, determined, reassuring himself that, given the proper time, he will remember again.
In another side, another story, she cries at night because she only has a name, and the realization that they were lovers, once.
She clutches yellow flowers to her chest-- they were His favorite, always-- trying to figure out where He came from. He doesn’t match Hollow Bastion; feels somehow older. (Though she remembers nothing before Hollow Bastion, and can't make sense of that.)
In a place between places, he is sealed away, awaiting the battle that will finish him, finally, forever and ever. Within bricks and mortar, the Coliseum's walls, hallowed halls he sleeps and he, too, remembers. Or, rather, forgets.
He thinks they might have been friends.
Challenge: Forgotten
Title: Particle Pieces
Word count: 316
Notes: ...please excuse the pompous title. x_x;
People are always asking if he's forgotten. It doesn't matter what, really, it's always something new; have you forgotten what we stand for? Where we came from? Why we're here? What I asked you to pick up from the store? My birthday?
'What, did you forget my name?'
It gets on his nerves like nothing else does, makes his lip curl in irritation, makes him want to snap for no reason at all. He isn't an Alzheimer’s patient, dammit.
The voice that bothers him most is internal, though, and he's not sure there is a way to respond to it, be heard. (Naturally, the correct label isn't 'it', but 'him'; he doesn't like to think about that.) What scares him is that he can't remember the name to match the voice that's whispering like an ageless dream in his ears, teasing him for losing the moniker linked to blue eyes, black hair, and confident, easy smile. There's a little divot in his mind there, a hole where something or someone reached in and plucked out the word. He thinks he fought to try to keep it. He sounds out the name at night, whispering feverishly, determined, reassuring himself that, given the proper time, he will remember again.
In another side, another story, she cries at night because she only has a name, and the realization that they were lovers, once.
She clutches yellow flowers to her chest-- they were His favorite, always-- trying to figure out where He came from. He doesn’t match Hollow Bastion; feels somehow older. (Though she remembers nothing before Hollow Bastion, and can't make sense of that.)
In a place between places, he is sealed away, awaiting the battle that will finish him, finally, forever and ever. Within bricks and mortar, the Coliseum's walls, hallowed halls he sleeps and he, too, remembers. Or, rather, forgets.
He thinks they might have been friends.
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Date: 2005-10-06 02:05 pm (UTC)This brings forth emotions really well (I'm not sure if I'm wording that right like I mean it), and I especially like the last line. It holds a lot of power and clinches the whole thing. Cool. ^ ^
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Date: 2005-10-06 05:34 pm (UTC)