The Razor's Edge
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kh_drabbleTitle: The Razor's Edge
Challenge: [072]: Desperation
Wordcount: 320
Characters: Sephiroth, (Cloud)
Spoiler Warnings: For KH2 if you squint; also for Sephiroth's KH origins.
Notes: One can be destroyed; one can be accepted; but to be hunted out, only to be denied -- that can wear even on a dark-spawned beast in time. And Sephiroth has had enough.
Again again again --
the taunting darkness-call, the softly-spoken lure; and as always did his sun-crowned other side -- creator and captor -- snarl and spit and curse him. Wolf-grey blade first held high in denial of the past and then flying, keen as the horns of the moon, towards his own enchained heart ...
The nightangel hid pain behind mocking witchfire eyes.
It never changed.
Again, again he returned angry slashes with swift silver sword and night-dark taunting words; but the game was already old, and he was long since wishing for the end –-
here at last in the blighted garden he had reached the limits of his endurance;
the nightangel grew tired now.
Running, running ... all you do is flee --
Strike, strike, counterstrike; parry, slice, parry swift as the wind in a flutter of blue-midnight wings as the golden one lunges. Push him back, back, avoid that great iron blade; croon to him in night-soft words that mean nothing any longer, as the wolf-grey iron bites deeply once again and crimson droplets fall like petals to the ground --
Make your choice, Cloud!
Embrace the dark and set me free --
Flee back to the light and end my life at last --
Face your past, damn you, and decide!
Aloft, hovering; then skimming low to the ground again, wolf-grey striking sparks against night's moon-silver. Denying his creator's empty threats, volleying his own, playing the dark's own tempter and praying that this time there will be an answer, any answer ...
Choose or I shall make you choose --!
It hurt, it hurt, and this time he would force his other's hand. There would be no more honeyed words, no bloody duels as swift and dark as lightning.
This time it must end.
The nightangel had grown tired of dying as the mere reflection of another ...
Challenge: [072]: Desperation
Wordcount: 320
Characters: Sephiroth, (Cloud)
Spoiler Warnings: For KH2 if you squint; also for Sephiroth's KH origins.
Notes: One can be destroyed; one can be accepted; but to be hunted out, only to be denied -- that can wear even on a dark-spawned beast in time. And Sephiroth has had enough.
Again again again --
the taunting darkness-call, the softly-spoken lure; and as always did his sun-crowned other side -- creator and captor -- snarl and spit and curse him. Wolf-grey blade first held high in denial of the past and then flying, keen as the horns of the moon, towards his own enchained heart ...
The nightangel hid pain behind mocking witchfire eyes.
It never changed.
Again, again he returned angry slashes with swift silver sword and night-dark taunting words; but the game was already old, and he was long since wishing for the end –-
here at last in the blighted garden he had reached the limits of his endurance;
the nightangel grew tired now.
Running, running ... all you do is flee --
Strike, strike, counterstrike; parry, slice, parry swift as the wind in a flutter of blue-midnight wings as the golden one lunges. Push him back, back, avoid that great iron blade; croon to him in night-soft words that mean nothing any longer, as the wolf-grey iron bites deeply once again and crimson droplets fall like petals to the ground --
Make your choice, Cloud!
Embrace the dark and set me free --
Flee back to the light and end my life at last --
Face your past, damn you, and decide!
Aloft, hovering; then skimming low to the ground again, wolf-grey striking sparks against night's moon-silver. Denying his creator's empty threats, volleying his own, playing the dark's own tempter and praying that this time there will be an answer, any answer ...
Choose or I shall make you choose --!
It hurt, it hurt, and this time he would force his other's hand. There would be no more honeyed words, no bloody duels as swift and dark as lightning.
This time it must end.
The nightangel had grown tired of dying as the mere reflection of another ...
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Date: 2006-08-10 05:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-10 08:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-11 05:41 am (UTC)I do have to admit, I saw the drabble title, and immeadiately thought "WTF, this is going to be about cutting and obnoxious CRAAWLING IN MY SKIN-ish lyrics..."
It's what happens when you have a cutter as a friend who also is a huge Linkin Park fan.
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Date: 2006-08-11 10:54 pm (UTC)No, not cutting for me, as it please ye ... the title was more because I was writing for swordsmen, and though borrowed from a snatch of lyric it wasn't Linkin Park or similar *winks*
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Date: 2006-08-12 12:55 am (UTC)Give me some Pyscho le Cemu or the pillows from Japan any day of the week and i'm fine.