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Title: Scream
Word count: 240
Spoilers: Six days of Roxas.
Notes: I wrote this when I wasn't feeling ... all too happy. I sort of tortured poor Roxas, didn't I. I hope the meaning gets across. Slight implied AkuRoku.
When no one was looking, Roxas would scream.
It was something he could not explain. Warm summer days always wrapped him like a blanket, and sweet memories caught him like a net.
But it always happened anyway. No matter what he did to fend it off.
A bolt of panic through his heart like ice, so cold it burned and he couldn't decide which it was and fast enough he'd decide he didn't care.
Sudden like a lightning strike, it would drop him to his knees, anywhere, anytime, and he'd twist and writhe like he was trying to escape but there was only himself
and he'd try to scream but no sound came out, just dry horrible gasps and moans that were weak pale mockeries of his pain
Then just as suddenly as it began, it would vanish. Roxas would rise, gasping, to his feet, glance around to make sure no one had seen, and run off.
He could never explain it. It frightened him that he couldn't explain it, this thing that crippled him like a child, reduced him to something primal. (Or maybe he wouldn't explain it, maybe he was really too scared to name the pain like longing.)
All he got were fleeting images and faint mental impressions, like whispers of memories that slipped between his fingers like dreams when he tried grasp them.
A name that rang of fire
and bright green eyes.
I miss you.
Title: Scream
Word count: 240
Spoilers: Six days of Roxas.
Notes: I wrote this when I wasn't feeling ... all too happy. I sort of tortured poor Roxas, didn't I. I hope the meaning gets across. Slight implied AkuRoku.
When no one was looking, Roxas would scream.
It was something he could not explain. Warm summer days always wrapped him like a blanket, and sweet memories caught him like a net.
But it always happened anyway. No matter what he did to fend it off.
A bolt of panic through his heart like ice, so cold it burned and he couldn't decide which it was and fast enough he'd decide he didn't care.
Sudden like a lightning strike, it would drop him to his knees, anywhere, anytime, and he'd twist and writhe like he was trying to escape but there was only himself
and he'd try to scream but no sound came out, just dry horrible gasps and moans that were weak pale mockeries of his pain
Then just as suddenly as it began, it would vanish. Roxas would rise, gasping, to his feet, glance around to make sure no one had seen, and run off.
He could never explain it. It frightened him that he couldn't explain it, this thing that crippled him like a child, reduced him to something primal. (Or maybe he wouldn't explain it, maybe he was really too scared to name the pain like longing.)
All he got were fleeting images and faint mental impressions, like whispers of memories that slipped between his fingers like dreams when he tried grasp them.
A name that rang of fire
and bright green eyes.
I miss you.
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Date: 2006-05-28 01:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-28 01:54 am (UTC).. icon love, btw!
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Date: 2006-05-28 02:16 am (UTC)Thanks ^_^ The icon's by
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Date: 2006-05-28 03:00 pm (UTC)it's cute. :D