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kh_drabbleTitle: Blighted
Challenge: [064]: Yin and Yang
Wordcount: 263
Characters: Marluxia
Notes: "Flower" is a beneficial sort of affinity; wood-element a sign of life and growing things. So, why is it yet an Organization affinity ... and why, by chance, did Marluxia rebel?
Oh, how they had changed him.
He drew a fingertip along the wicked coral blade of the great deathscythe; and watched with an unnatural detachment,
as thin black ichor trailed along the razor's edge instead of the sweet scarlet drops like wine there should have been.
He should be alarmed, disturbed, repulsed – but he is not. He cannot be so.
Unnatural, dead-yet-alive, here-but-not-here --
Pale cherry-petals answered his call now, harbringers of the end of things that trailed lifeless in his wake.
He can still remember the sweet softness of green growing things, glowing rosy and jade-gold beneath his careful hands as he called the seeds to life.
Gone, all gone now, twisted into a mockery as surely as he himself had been; the lost ones had dragged him screaming beneath their tainted knives, and now the blossoms withered at his touch.
He should be wounded, outraged, terrified – but he is not. He cannot be so.
They have left him devoured from within, as a canker in a rosebud; petal-pale perfection hiding only emptiness and rot.
As they have twisted the harvester's blade he bears into a reaper of men.
For perverting nature's fragile touch, he will tear his hollow king's precious gambit down around his very blackened soul, turn his own precious prize against him --
For leaving him unmoved by this atrocity, he would choke the half-life from those burning eyes
with wormwood and with thorn; and feed the death-rose he had become with the fallen one's black blood.
Challenge: [064]: Yin and Yang
Wordcount: 263
Characters: Marluxia
Notes: "Flower" is a beneficial sort of affinity; wood-element a sign of life and growing things. So, why is it yet an Organization affinity ... and why, by chance, did Marluxia rebel?
Oh, how they had changed him.
He drew a fingertip along the wicked coral blade of the great deathscythe; and watched with an unnatural detachment,
as thin black ichor trailed along the razor's edge instead of the sweet scarlet drops like wine there should have been.
He should be alarmed, disturbed, repulsed – but he is not. He cannot be so.
Unnatural, dead-yet-alive, here-but-not-here --
Pale cherry-petals answered his call now, harbringers of the end of things that trailed lifeless in his wake.
He can still remember the sweet softness of green growing things, glowing rosy and jade-gold beneath his careful hands as he called the seeds to life.
Gone, all gone now, twisted into a mockery as surely as he himself had been; the lost ones had dragged him screaming beneath their tainted knives, and now the blossoms withered at his touch.
He should be wounded, outraged, terrified – but he is not. He cannot be so.
They have left him devoured from within, as a canker in a rosebud; petal-pale perfection hiding only emptiness and rot.
As they have twisted the harvester's blade he bears into a reaper of men.
For perverting nature's fragile touch, he will tear his hollow king's precious gambit down around his very blackened soul, turn his own precious prize against him --
For leaving him unmoved by this atrocity, he would choke the half-life from those burning eyes
with wormwood and with thorn; and feed the death-rose he had become with the fallen one's black blood.
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