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kh_drabbleChallenge: [075] Dance
Title: Unresurrected
Word Count: 485
Characters: Um. Dancer/Assassin OTP? -_-;;
Spoilers: None, unless you don't know what a Nobody is.
Notes: I HAVE NO IDEA. Okay, this angstastic piece of work just...got written, I don't know where it came from. And I had to bloody well scrape it out of the keyboard, too, what the heck brain. If it feels a little unfinished, my apologies.
It’s dark, and he can’t see, can’t touch whatever it is that has hold of him, his fingers passing through the insubstantial flesh of–
It’s still dark, and seeing isn’t an improvement. It never will be again.
~
There was light here, if the sullen glow of neon was light; the sky still arched overhead as black and fathomless as the dark realms. It was cold, cold enough to make him shiver himself to stillness, wrapping his arms around and around himself for comfort. The solidity of the ground screamed dully against his skin.
Huh. A new one.
In a world of cool dark tones, this blur had warm colors, cream and rose. He looked up to an androgynous impassive face with hidden eyes and recoiled from it, staring at the outstretched limb that was not a hand.
It’s lucky that you were found. Come with me.
He uncurled enough to reach up for the stranger’s support, staring in bafflement at his own not-a-hand. It was like having a sword there, with spearheads bristling from his arms… unfazed, the other grabbed him by the shoulder plate and pulled him up, hissing a little at the contact.
Your commander should be Number Eight, Assassin. He’s not so bad. He doesn’t set m’liege’s hair on fire nearly so much these days.
What happened to me, he wondered.
You remember.
He supposed he did.
There was nothing to do but follow her, not really. He shivered slightly, surreptitiously trying to stiffen the rubbery frame of his new body; she turned back at once and stared at him.
That’s not right. You have to keep moving, remind yourself and your surroundings that you’re here. Stillness hurts you.
He tried moving his arms, hesitant… she waited patiently for perhaps half a minute before breaking in again.
Wrong. Like this.
She seized his arms just past those first lethal bladehooks. This time both of them twitched at the contact, but she refused to let go… he thought he saw a touch of stubbornness in the tight mouth, a remnant of what might have been. They whirled, carefully, as he began to follow her movements; waltzed gracefully down the darkened square.
And then he was abruptly flying though the air, landing in a boneless heap at the foot of the tallest building with what should have been a painful crunch. It was more like a sigh, and he was aloft again without thinking, floating lazily on the dead air for a moment before touching ground again. Nothing human left in the motion, he realized abruptly. Nothing at all.
She hadn’t moved, and she watched him now with equal emotionless inhumanity, no regret, no hint of the pleased snicker that should have accompanied the maneuver.
You see?
He nodded, a quick jerky motion, and watched her glide away. He silently followed her swaying steps towards the castle in the distance. Assassin, he thought. My name now.
Title: Unresurrected
Word Count: 485
Characters: Um. Dancer/Assassin OTP? -_-;;
Spoilers: None, unless you don't know what a Nobody is.
Notes: I HAVE NO IDEA. Okay, this angstastic piece of work just...got written, I don't know where it came from. And I had to bloody well scrape it out of the keyboard, too, what the heck brain. If it feels a little unfinished, my apologies.
It’s dark, and he can’t see, can’t touch whatever it is that has hold of him, his fingers passing through the insubstantial flesh of–
It’s still dark, and seeing isn’t an improvement. It never will be again.
~
There was light here, if the sullen glow of neon was light; the sky still arched overhead as black and fathomless as the dark realms. It was cold, cold enough to make him shiver himself to stillness, wrapping his arms around and around himself for comfort. The solidity of the ground screamed dully against his skin.
Huh. A new one.
In a world of cool dark tones, this blur had warm colors, cream and rose. He looked up to an androgynous impassive face with hidden eyes and recoiled from it, staring at the outstretched limb that was not a hand.
It’s lucky that you were found. Come with me.
He uncurled enough to reach up for the stranger’s support, staring in bafflement at his own not-a-hand. It was like having a sword there, with spearheads bristling from his arms… unfazed, the other grabbed him by the shoulder plate and pulled him up, hissing a little at the contact.
Your commander should be Number Eight, Assassin. He’s not so bad. He doesn’t set m’liege’s hair on fire nearly so much these days.
What happened to me, he wondered.
You remember.
He supposed he did.
There was nothing to do but follow her, not really. He shivered slightly, surreptitiously trying to stiffen the rubbery frame of his new body; she turned back at once and stared at him.
That’s not right. You have to keep moving, remind yourself and your surroundings that you’re here. Stillness hurts you.
He tried moving his arms, hesitant… she waited patiently for perhaps half a minute before breaking in again.
Wrong. Like this.
She seized his arms just past those first lethal bladehooks. This time both of them twitched at the contact, but she refused to let go… he thought he saw a touch of stubbornness in the tight mouth, a remnant of what might have been. They whirled, carefully, as he began to follow her movements; waltzed gracefully down the darkened square.
And then he was abruptly flying though the air, landing in a boneless heap at the foot of the tallest building with what should have been a painful crunch. It was more like a sigh, and he was aloft again without thinking, floating lazily on the dead air for a moment before touching ground again. Nothing human left in the motion, he realized abruptly. Nothing at all.
She hadn’t moved, and she watched him now with equal emotionless inhumanity, no regret, no hint of the pleased snicker that should have accompanied the maneuver.
You see?
He nodded, a quick jerky motion, and watched her glide away. He silently followed her swaying steps towards the castle in the distance. Assassin, he thought. My name now.
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