Two things left.
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kh_drabbleOnly one tonight.
Challenge: [o63] Free Fall
Title: Echoes and Screams
Word count: 148
Spoilers: For the first KH, tons, but none beyond that.
Notes: Riku and Ansem (circa KH1). I realized I never really see them talked about as a pair. (And yes, I refer to him as Ansem. oldskool win?) And they are NOT a couple here; this is more just a reflection upon them and their ... "bond."
His heart echoed of lions and screams.
Stoic purple and gilded orange like fire twined in that heart with a darkness that should not exist in one so young.
It was an indomitable force. This boy could grow up to be great, the one who could change everything.
Ansem found it intoxicating.
He weaved himself into the fabric of the boy, slowly and enticingly. He was darkness, after all, as was half the boy's heart, even if his nobler side cared to ignore that fact. It was too easy, sinuously making himself the boy's conscience and shadow.
In time, the lions stopped roaring.
The gild faded away, and the purple turned rancid.
But the screams got louder. They got louder and louder until they drained out all but the darkness.
And as Riku fell freely into the dark like a pebble into a vast, storm-torn sea, Ansem simply laughed.
Challenge: [o63] Free Fall
Title: Echoes and Screams
Word count: 148
Spoilers: For the first KH, tons, but none beyond that.
Notes: Riku and Ansem (circa KH1). I realized I never really see them talked about as a pair. (And yes, I refer to him as Ansem. oldskool win?) And they are NOT a couple here; this is more just a reflection upon them and their ... "bond."
His heart echoed of lions and screams.
Stoic purple and gilded orange like fire twined in that heart with a darkness that should not exist in one so young.
It was an indomitable force. This boy could grow up to be great, the one who could change everything.
Ansem found it intoxicating.
He weaved himself into the fabric of the boy, slowly and enticingly. He was darkness, after all, as was half the boy's heart, even if his nobler side cared to ignore that fact. It was too easy, sinuously making himself the boy's conscience and shadow.
In time, the lions stopped roaring.
The gild faded away, and the purple turned rancid.
But the screams got louder. They got louder and louder until they drained out all but the darkness.
And as Riku fell freely into the dark like a pebble into a vast, storm-torn sea, Ansem simply laughed.
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