The Fire-Thorn
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Title: The Fire-Thorn
Challenge: None
Words: 260
Characters: Marluxia, Axel.
Spoilers: References the end of Chain of Memories, Sora's Story.
Notes: warning -- dark drabble ahead! violence, blood, unpleasant ending for one character. possibly some other implied ideas. reader discretion is advised.
the Fire-Thorn
It was still and quiet now, the pale child-witch tending to the sleeping child of light;
and the perfect time for a scattered blossom to drag himself --
weeping a false-life like thick dead blood behind him --
back from the Nothing and into the marble cradle of the stony flowers.
Breath hitching in his chest, he paused as weakness washed over him
and a rosy corona flared, unfurling, on narrow shoulders briefly ...
And then, a rush of blood and fire sent him crushed against one milky wall
Like a dead dusty rose pinned out to dry.
He could barely choke the words through lips drawn and pale,
as the iron-velvet hands coiled round his flanks, pressed him to the marble.
'Axel ...
'Traitor.'
He could feel the fever-heat of his captor, as his vision filled
with blood-fire mane; and sharp white teeth closed briefly on his neck,
traced down his throat.
"Traitor? Me?
"My dear flower-prince, you are mistaken.
"The only traitor here is you."
His mouth twists in anger; then in agony the boy had never given him to know,
as the fire spreads against him, eating him alive.
His captor smiles a hunter's smile, and draws back one hand
To stroke one perfect cheek soft as a rose's petal;
Then tears across the milk-rose's throat -- a perfect stroke --
With fire-tempered razor like a poisoned thorn.
And Axel purrs to the fading hollow eyes, the pale face flecked now with scarlet dewdrops.
"Why did you ever think that you could escape me ...?"
Challenge: None
Words: 260
Characters: Marluxia, Axel.
Spoilers: References the end of Chain of Memories, Sora's Story.
Notes: warning -- dark drabble ahead! violence, blood, unpleasant ending for one character. possibly some other implied ideas. reader discretion is advised.
the Fire-Thorn
It was still and quiet now, the pale child-witch tending to the sleeping child of light;
and the perfect time for a scattered blossom to drag himself --
weeping a false-life like thick dead blood behind him --
back from the Nothing and into the marble cradle of the stony flowers.
Breath hitching in his chest, he paused as weakness washed over him
and a rosy corona flared, unfurling, on narrow shoulders briefly ...
And then, a rush of blood and fire sent him crushed against one milky wall
Like a dead dusty rose pinned out to dry.
He could barely choke the words through lips drawn and pale,
as the iron-velvet hands coiled round his flanks, pressed him to the marble.
'Axel ...
'Traitor.'
He could feel the fever-heat of his captor, as his vision filled
with blood-fire mane; and sharp white teeth closed briefly on his neck,
traced down his throat.
"Traitor? Me?
"My dear flower-prince, you are mistaken.
"The only traitor here is you."
His mouth twists in anger; then in agony the boy had never given him to know,
as the fire spreads against him, eating him alive.
His captor smiles a hunter's smile, and draws back one hand
To stroke one perfect cheek soft as a rose's petal;
Then tears across the milk-rose's throat -- a perfect stroke --
With fire-tempered razor like a poisoned thorn.
And Axel purrs to the fading hollow eyes, the pale face flecked now with scarlet dewdrops.
"Why did you ever think that you could escape me ...?"
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Date: 2005-12-01 04:47 am (UTC)