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kh_drabble2006-10-05 02:58 am
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Entry tags:
Lunatic Pandora
Challenge: none.
Title: Lunatic Pandora, part 1 & 2 of 12
Word Count: 200 (total, two 100-word drabbles)
Notes: This is a twelve-drabble series, each a hundred words, under a single title. I'll be posting them two at a time for the next few days. Saïx-centric, or, more accurately, my idea of who he was before losing his heart.
Overall rating is ~PG-13 for slightly disturbing imagery.
*SPOILERS ABOUND*
I. they call you names you call yourself
To the people of the city he is Outcast Aïs who walks the streets at night screaming curses, drowning in prophetic dreams and strange obsessions; he is someone to avoid, to pity, to be wary of.
To the doctors of the hospital, he is Crazy Aïs who hears whispered voices on the wind and in his head, voices that will not be silenced, no matter how many pills they shove down his throat.
To himself he is Mad Aïs, one who has seen the future of his world, of all worlds and suffers alone because no-one else cares to believe.
II. your pain saves us from our own
He dreamed every night from his childhood, dreams of shadows, emptiness, and the tattered sound of hearts ceasing to beat; dreams from which he woke sobbing, screaming, clawing at his head and chest.
In time, his parents turned from him in fear and sadness, leaving him to cold-eyed doctors, letting them sate their hunger to create certainty from the unknown on him. They found no answers to his nightmares, and so merely prescribed useless medications. He laughed, then wept, knowing that they, too, would be soon consumed by their own appetite for darkness. The pills he vomited into the trash.
Title: Lunatic Pandora, part 1 & 2 of 12
Word Count: 200 (total, two 100-word drabbles)
Notes: This is a twelve-drabble series, each a hundred words, under a single title. I'll be posting them two at a time for the next few days. Saïx-centric, or, more accurately, my idea of who he was before losing his heart.
Overall rating is ~PG-13 for slightly disturbing imagery.
*SPOILERS ABOUND*
I. they call you names you call yourself
To the people of the city he is Outcast Aïs who walks the streets at night screaming curses, drowning in prophetic dreams and strange obsessions; he is someone to avoid, to pity, to be wary of.
To the doctors of the hospital, he is Crazy Aïs who hears whispered voices on the wind and in his head, voices that will not be silenced, no matter how many pills they shove down his throat.
To himself he is Mad Aïs, one who has seen the future of his world, of all worlds and suffers alone because no-one else cares to believe.
II. your pain saves us from our own
He dreamed every night from his childhood, dreams of shadows, emptiness, and the tattered sound of hearts ceasing to beat; dreams from which he woke sobbing, screaming, clawing at his head and chest.
In time, his parents turned from him in fear and sadness, leaving him to cold-eyed doctors, letting them sate their hunger to create certainty from the unknown on him. They found no answers to his nightmares, and so merely prescribed useless medications. He laughed, then wept, knowing that they, too, would be soon consumed by their own appetite for darkness. The pills he vomited into the trash.
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I love when people take on account the "diviner" part in Saix's title, since most people just tend to forget about it.
Also, managing to make a clear image of your idea in just 100 words really deserves a special mention~!
*mems, and runs*
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