Splitting Silver
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kh_drabbleChallenge: Breaking
Title: Splitting Silver
Word Count: 192
Notes: Upon seeing himself for the first time, after relinquishing his heart....
One dark hand brushed downward, sweeping the dust away from the glass. His reflection wavered back at him, spotted and warped with the age of the silver catching it.
The mirror was old, but he was not. He never would be. He was beautiful and terrible.
A fissure, thin as spiderweb, crept up the mirror from the floor, reaching to his navel as if to tickle it. The hand spread open, no fog of moisture appearing under his touch, cold as the glass itself. No fingerprints lingered behind as he drew the hand upward again, as if to feel the smoothness of naked thigh... stomach....
He pressed harder, imagined his touch dipping into the smooth edged heart carved into his chest. A soft crack shivered through the air, and he drew his fingers back gleaming red. The crack rose from floor to ceiling now, splintering outward in a burst of fractured reflections, breaking him apart... turning his eyes into amber razors.
He smiled, the gleam of white teeth broken across the glass in a promise of pain, but his eyes remained as empty as the stillness within his breast.
Title: Splitting Silver
Word Count: 192
Notes: Upon seeing himself for the first time, after relinquishing his heart....
One dark hand brushed downward, sweeping the dust away from the glass. His reflection wavered back at him, spotted and warped with the age of the silver catching it.
The mirror was old, but he was not. He never would be. He was beautiful and terrible.
A fissure, thin as spiderweb, crept up the mirror from the floor, reaching to his navel as if to tickle it. The hand spread open, no fog of moisture appearing under his touch, cold as the glass itself. No fingerprints lingered behind as he drew the hand upward again, as if to feel the smoothness of naked thigh... stomach....
He pressed harder, imagined his touch dipping into the smooth edged heart carved into his chest. A soft crack shivered through the air, and he drew his fingers back gleaming red. The crack rose from floor to ceiling now, splintering outward in a burst of fractured reflections, breaking him apart... turning his eyes into amber razors.
He smiled, the gleam of white teeth broken across the glass in a promise of pain, but his eyes remained as empty as the stillness within his breast.
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Date: 2005-01-05 07:24 pm (UTC)There's this detached, deadly feeling that I associate with Ansem, and you've brought that out very vividly. The changes that you've described here, running parallel to the mirror, have shown me a new facet to Ansem's already complicated character, and I admire how you've brought this side out.
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Date: 2005-01-06 11:29 am (UTC)scarydarksexy~! For some reason I really love the line "He was beautiful and terrible," because it's so simple and really stands out in comparison to the rest of the text. And Amber Razors. Ahhhh~ <333no subject
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