Fire And Ice (paired drabbles ^_^)
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kh_drabbleGah. Got bitten by a spark of inspiration, namely a poem by Robert Frost.
These two drabbles were the result; they occur simultaneously. ^_^
Title: Fire And Ice [shattering of frost]
Challenge: None
Characters: Vexen, (Axel), (Sora)
Wordcount: 221
Spoilers: References Chain of Memories: Sora's Story, events in Twilight Town.
Notes: A few final thoughts at a critical moment ...
Enlightenment comes in a sudden sharp flash of crimson.
Crumpling strings-cut to the soft torn ground,
brassy hair falling around thin shoulders in lank waves,
he jerks his head up against the burning in his blood.
Betrayer! Murderer!
Cursed creature! You damn us all ...
It made no sense; the boy must be warned --
Before the blighted blossom-prince tore them all asunder, and their desires with them.
But he has no strength, now, to turn and face smiling crimson death;
For surely he is smiling, blood-flame traitor, hound of his master.
He rails against the pain and the short ragged gasps of breath --
failing breath for a life that does not exist.
There is too much left undone!
Damn you ...
The dusky soil begins to freeze and crack, as he tosses his head in agonized distress;
with the blackness, final blackness, already racing into his vision.
And the boy, the flower-prince's precious prize, just stands there --
Still and silent and driven to the frozen, broken ground,
he barely feels the fire-barbs bite down deep to draw his icy blood.
The void has called his name, oblivion tugging at his empty heart --
... and then he is gone,
before his brassy mane can even drift around him on the frosted soil.
A moment more, and even less is left.
Title: Fire And Ice [tempering of flame]
Challenge: None
Characters: Axel, (Vexen), (Sora)
Wordcount: 238
Spoilers: References Chain of Memories: Sora's Story, events in Twilight Town.
Notes: A few wry reflections at a critical moment ...
Regret is little more than a moment's fleeting fancy.
A flicker of soul-embers as he strikes to bring his comrade low,
and the deed is almost done; there is only a moment to excuse himself.
But there is regret, almost, as the fires gutter within.
Think me a traitor, don't you?
Well, bitter frost, perhaps you're right.
What's done is done, he tells himself --
And this is necessity most dire, a sacrifice on redemption's burning altar.
What need had he to care, to offer more than a mocking smile
and the gleam of soul's own flame?
They mean no more to him than dust. And so the frost-master dies.
Cull the weak and keep his enemies close, his secrets closer still --
Til release comes in redemption, and vengeance in blood and fire.
I can't let you tell him.
Not yet.
He watches the tortured earth buckle and freeze beneath the bleeding fading form;
and pondered, idly, if this were death at all.
Hell-jade eyes flick towards the precious boy, standing so still --
Is the flower-prince's prize so shocked, to see betrayal?
Or does he have no care about the midnight-shrouded lost ones,
Not realize that there is yet an existence within the empty husks --
... but it does not matter, in the end,
and crimson flame turns and draws a mask of empty words across pale cheeks.
What he wishes does not matter ...
These two drabbles were the result; they occur simultaneously. ^_^
Title: Fire And Ice [shattering of frost]
Challenge: None
Characters: Vexen, (Axel), (Sora)
Wordcount: 221
Spoilers: References Chain of Memories: Sora's Story, events in Twilight Town.
Notes: A few final thoughts at a critical moment ...
Enlightenment comes in a sudden sharp flash of crimson.
Crumpling strings-cut to the soft torn ground,
brassy hair falling around thin shoulders in lank waves,
he jerks his head up against the burning in his blood.
Betrayer! Murderer!
Cursed creature! You damn us all ...
It made no sense; the boy must be warned --
Before the blighted blossom-prince tore them all asunder, and their desires with them.
But he has no strength, now, to turn and face smiling crimson death;
For surely he is smiling, blood-flame traitor, hound of his master.
He rails against the pain and the short ragged gasps of breath --
failing breath for a life that does not exist.
There is too much left undone!
Damn you ...
The dusky soil begins to freeze and crack, as he tosses his head in agonized distress;
with the blackness, final blackness, already racing into his vision.
And the boy, the flower-prince's precious prize, just stands there --
Still and silent and driven to the frozen, broken ground,
he barely feels the fire-barbs bite down deep to draw his icy blood.
The void has called his name, oblivion tugging at his empty heart --
... and then he is gone,
before his brassy mane can even drift around him on the frosted soil.
A moment more, and even less is left.
Title: Fire And Ice [tempering of flame]
Challenge: None
Characters: Axel, (Vexen), (Sora)
Wordcount: 238
Spoilers: References Chain of Memories: Sora's Story, events in Twilight Town.
Notes: A few wry reflections at a critical moment ...
Regret is little more than a moment's fleeting fancy.
A flicker of soul-embers as he strikes to bring his comrade low,
and the deed is almost done; there is only a moment to excuse himself.
But there is regret, almost, as the fires gutter within.
Think me a traitor, don't you?
Well, bitter frost, perhaps you're right.
What's done is done, he tells himself --
And this is necessity most dire, a sacrifice on redemption's burning altar.
What need had he to care, to offer more than a mocking smile
and the gleam of soul's own flame?
They mean no more to him than dust. And so the frost-master dies.
Cull the weak and keep his enemies close, his secrets closer still --
Til release comes in redemption, and vengeance in blood and fire.
I can't let you tell him.
Not yet.
He watches the tortured earth buckle and freeze beneath the bleeding fading form;
and pondered, idly, if this were death at all.
Hell-jade eyes flick towards the precious boy, standing so still --
Is the flower-prince's prize so shocked, to see betrayal?
Or does he have no care about the midnight-shrouded lost ones,
Not realize that there is yet an existence within the empty husks --
... but it does not matter, in the end,
and crimson flame turns and draws a mask of empty words across pale cheeks.
What he wishes does not matter ...
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Date: 2005-12-30 10:53 am (UTC)Very nice drabbles! ^^
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Date: 2005-12-30 02:08 pm (UTC)It was illuminating for to manage to write both sides of that particular scene; I generally feel for Vexen, poor soul, who really came out of the entire CoM story the worst all things considered.
Someday I might tackle -- despite being as attached to the character -- the third "side" of what happened, and try to get an answer for the only part that's always seemed odd to me.
Namely, why Sora just stands there ... not very nice or heroic, really ...
And I'm glad you liked that line; I think it's one of my better ones ^_^