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kh_drabble2006-04-26 09:20 pm
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Today I have two things for you all.
First is the challenge drabble.
Challenge: [o60] Sanctuary
Title: Music
Word count: 323
Spoilers: None! Ho ho. It's vague enough to escape that, I think.
Notes: Demyx! I absolutely love Demyx. In my head he's quite a bit more complicated than anything we see of him in the game, and this reflects that to a small extent. It's not my favorite drabble ever (I preferred the last one I posted here actually) but here goes anyway.
Why is everything I write all sad and wistful?
Sometimes, Demyx finds he can't help it. (Not that he particularly wants to; this is what he loves.)
He finds he can't help sitting down, in the middle of a room, in a stairwell, on some random couch, on a rooftop, somewhere, anywhere, and bringing out his sitar.
It's like a force, a warmth and a coolness that swamps him and takes over everything. Music seizes him up in its current and pulls him under, drags him along and tosses him about, a leaf in a storm.
It is a feeling he loves more than anything in the world.
Water. Water. Everything is like water, everything flows, pooling and eddying, stopping and starting and tumbling over all obstacles in the way, not fighting, but accepting complacently.
It moves like time. Time and water flow around and past Demyx as part of one great and powerful force he can't possibly understand.
But he can channel it. And from his fingers comes the music to which the water dances.
It spreads, pervasive, soaking into everyone who listens. And Nobody stops to listen.
A lost berserker hears the call back to sanity.
A tiny child without hope hears the soft sounds of home.
The Gambler stops playing, the Scientist stops experimenting.
Before this outpouring of life and sadness and nothingness in sound, a Fire nearly goes out.
Then a voice picks up and adds to the sound. When Demyx sings, it is an utterly different sound from the way he speaks. There is infinity here, a movement and a lack of life that cannot be expressed in words. When Demyx sings, he is truly nothing. When Demyx sings, he is truly Nobody.
And when Demyx sings, they shiver. Everything is dropped and they find themselves moving, striving towards that sound.
In that sound they hear their salvation. They hear the silent cry of their lost hearts.
For the music is sanctuary.
But the sanctuary is empty.
Challenge: [o60] Sanctuary
Title: Music
Word count: 323
Spoilers: None! Ho ho. It's vague enough to escape that, I think.
Notes: Demyx! I absolutely love Demyx. In my head he's quite a bit more complicated than anything we see of him in the game, and this reflects that to a small extent. It's not my favorite drabble ever (I preferred the last one I posted here actually) but here goes anyway.
Why is everything I write all sad and wistful?
Sometimes, Demyx finds he can't help it. (Not that he particularly wants to; this is what he loves.)
He finds he can't help sitting down, in the middle of a room, in a stairwell, on some random couch, on a rooftop, somewhere, anywhere, and bringing out his sitar.
It's like a force, a warmth and a coolness that swamps him and takes over everything. Music seizes him up in its current and pulls him under, drags him along and tosses him about, a leaf in a storm.
It is a feeling he loves more than anything in the world.
Water. Water. Everything is like water, everything flows, pooling and eddying, stopping and starting and tumbling over all obstacles in the way, not fighting, but accepting complacently.
It moves like time. Time and water flow around and past Demyx as part of one great and powerful force he can't possibly understand.
But he can channel it. And from his fingers comes the music to which the water dances.
It spreads, pervasive, soaking into everyone who listens. And Nobody stops to listen.
A lost berserker hears the call back to sanity.
A tiny child without hope hears the soft sounds of home.
The Gambler stops playing, the Scientist stops experimenting.
Before this outpouring of life and sadness and nothingness in sound, a Fire nearly goes out.
Then a voice picks up and adds to the sound. When Demyx sings, it is an utterly different sound from the way he speaks. There is infinity here, a movement and a lack of life that cannot be expressed in words. When Demyx sings, he is truly nothing. When Demyx sings, he is truly Nobody.
And when Demyx sings, they shiver. Everything is dropped and they find themselves moving, striving towards that sound.
In that sound they hear their salvation. They hear the silent cry of their lost hearts.
For the music is sanctuary.
But the sanctuary is empty.
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Amazing drabble.
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