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kh_drabbleChallenge: [082] Crossroads
Title: Rubicon
Word Count: 387
Warnings: Spoilers for the near-end of KH2, regarding Axel. Waaaangst. Gratuitous italics.
Notes: HOGOD, you guys are so awesome. ♥♥♥
This was written while under the influence of Apoptygma Berserk (with special regards to Unicorn).
rubicon
(when the time comes, I'll give you my life, anything.)
You knew it was over the moment you saw him, didn't you? Summer-sky eyes and a heart that sang so sweetly to the part of you that you thought maybe wasn't so lost after all and you knew -- you knew -- that you were undone.
And you wondered (for just a moment) if you couldn't have changed things, couldn't have kept him close to you and out of this boy who is him but not and avoided this entire mess in the first place. Did you not reach far enough the first time he walked away? Did you think you could stop him? This time, you knew you wouldn't make the same mistake. It was the defining moment of your not-life, and you did not hesitate.
Who did you dance with then, two bodies spinning and twisting and diving in that brilliant swirl of blood-fire and violence? When you glanced his way, was it a trick of the light the way his image wavered for those few precious seconds and you saw a splash of golden hair and defiant eyes behind a curtain of shattering duskflesh?
Maybe. (But you knew better, and your chest heaved and clenched so tightly you thought you'd die. No, not yet, not yet!)
When you called the fire from the empty space within you, it was his Memory that fueled the flames that burst like justice from your mouth, his Name that burned away anything that might try to contain him.
And you were pleased with the outcome, even as you collapsed all crushed and broken and empty to the passage floor. You savored the way that even without your fire, warmth spread from your center, rippling outwards with increasing intensity and you thought you might be consumed again. You marveled at how much lighter you felt as the darkness began to fade, and you thought it was a good way to go, far better than death at the end of the keyblade -- death at his hands.
For the first time in as long as you could remember, you almost felt complete. Almost.
Perhaps your own heart was out of reach, but you thought that if maybe he could find it in himself to make a small spot for you in his, the end might not be so terrible after all.
-fin
8.11.06
word count: 387
I think the end is really awkward. Thoughts? (I really honestly do appreciate c&c.) I fought with it off-and-on for about five hours, and finally it and I reached a bit of a compromise. So. Now that I've finished, I'm going to reward myself with a night of FFXII and a little bit of the new Neil Gaiman I've been staying away from for the last several hours.
And then, maybe that second plot-bunny that erupted shortly after I started this.
Thank you for reading! ♥
Title: Rubicon
Word Count: 387
Warnings: Spoilers for the near-end of KH2, regarding Axel. Waaaangst. Gratuitous italics.
Notes: HOGOD, you guys are so awesome. ♥♥♥
This was written while under the influence of Apoptygma Berserk (with special regards to Unicorn).
rubicon
(when the time comes, I'll give you my life, anything.)
You knew it was over the moment you saw him, didn't you? Summer-sky eyes and a heart that sang so sweetly to the part of you that you thought maybe wasn't so lost after all and you knew -- you knew -- that you were undone.
And you wondered (for just a moment) if you couldn't have changed things, couldn't have kept him close to you and out of this boy who is him but not and avoided this entire mess in the first place. Did you not reach far enough the first time he walked away? Did you think you could stop him? This time, you knew you wouldn't make the same mistake. It was the defining moment of your not-life, and you did not hesitate.
Who did you dance with then, two bodies spinning and twisting and diving in that brilliant swirl of blood-fire and violence? When you glanced his way, was it a trick of the light the way his image wavered for those few precious seconds and you saw a splash of golden hair and defiant eyes behind a curtain of shattering duskflesh?
Maybe. (But you knew better, and your chest heaved and clenched so tightly you thought you'd die. No, not yet, not yet!)
When you called the fire from the empty space within you, it was his Memory that fueled the flames that burst like justice from your mouth, his Name that burned away anything that might try to contain him.
And you were pleased with the outcome, even as you collapsed all crushed and broken and empty to the passage floor. You savored the way that even without your fire, warmth spread from your center, rippling outwards with increasing intensity and you thought you might be consumed again. You marveled at how much lighter you felt as the darkness began to fade, and you thought it was a good way to go, far better than death at the end of the keyblade -- death at his hands.
For the first time in as long as you could remember, you almost felt complete. Almost.
Perhaps your own heart was out of reach, but you thought that if maybe he could find it in himself to make a small spot for you in his, the end might not be so terrible after all.
-fin
8.11.06
word count: 387
I think the end is really awkward. Thoughts? (I really honestly do appreciate c&c.) I fought with it off-and-on for about five hours, and finally it and I reached a bit of a compromise. So. Now that I've finished, I'm going to reward myself with a night of FFXII and a little bit of the new Neil Gaiman I've been staying away from for the last several hours.
And then, maybe that second plot-bunny that erupted shortly after I started this.
Thank you for reading! ♥
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Date: 2006-11-08 01:23 pm (UTC)very nice.
PS. I can't stop playing that game. its so good.
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Date: 2006-11-08 02:17 pm (UTC)Um, no. I figured out that I was an absolute fool (after completing about 3/4 of the journal), so I restarted in hard mode so I'd get the "good" ending. And as soon as I was done with it, I was like ... um, now what? I've got a couple of Suikoden games to beat, games that I haven't opened for both DS and PS2, CoM barely started, and all I wanted to do was play s'more KH2. >.>
It's an addiction. T____T I just love the battle system, though, even if I wish there were more enemy spawns.
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Date: 2006-11-08 04:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-08 06:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-09 01:21 am (UTC)I got up to lv. 41 or 42 in WoW before I paused -- then I hooked up with my SO, and I didn't start playing again because I knew it would take up too much time. And also, a guy in our from-town guild started stalking me at work and wouldn't stop following me in-game, even after I blocked him. >.< I kind of miss it a lot sometimes.
My DS would be gathering dust as well if it weren't for my SO and I playing a little bit of Phoenix Wright before we go to sleep every day. Except that we finished it this morning, and now I'm not sure what we're going to play. :O
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Date: 2006-11-08 03:15 pm (UTC)Reminds me of the first drabble I ever entered into a contest here. The ending is a great idea, but I had to read the sentence twice to really understand what you meant.Who did you dance with then, two bodies spinning and twisting and diving in that brilliant swirl of blood-fire and violence? <-- That was my favourite line, especially the term blood-fire. Brilliant.
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Date: 2006-11-08 04:22 pm (UTC)I'm curious to read your drabble. Link plz? I haven't had nearly the time I've needed to go through the memories, but I eventually want to read them all. ♥
You see what I mean about it being awkward? I knew what I wanted to say, but just not quite how to say it. I think I'm going to switch the words around like I originally had it, and see how that goes.
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Date: 2006-11-08 09:22 pm (UTC)Read all of them? That may take you a few weeks XD
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Date: 2006-11-09 01:27 am (UTC)I will do it. :D
Also, that was lovely. And your icons crack me up. ♥
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Date: 2006-11-09 02:17 am (UTC)*waves favourite one*
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Date: 2006-11-09 02:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-10 01:36 am (UTC)When you glanced his way, was it a trick of the light the way his image wavered for those few precious seconds and you saw a spash of golden hair and defiant eyes behind a curtain of shattering duskflesh? yesyesyes! Lovely and brilliant and very kind to the Axel/Roxas readers out there. :) (Though I think you may have meant 'splash' instead of 'spash'?)
new Gaiman?! Whaaaat? *covets*
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Date: 2006-11-10 02:19 am (UTC)Um, EFF. I caught it in one of the copies I've got on my HD, and I thought I'd fixed it here, but oops. Fixed now, though -- thanks for pointing it out. *facepalm*
When I was playing through the Roxas bit, when he gets out of bed and keeps his image keeps wavering between Sora and him -- I fell in love with that idea, especially regarding people who knew Roxas. I've got this mental image of Sora being caught off guard by Roxas' face when he catches his reflection. More of a peripheral thing than a normal occurence, something that just sometimes happens when he's never really looking or expecting it. With Axel, I wonder if it would be an actual happening, or just the strength of his wish to see Roxas?
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Date: 2007-11-30 10:01 am (UTC)Also, were you channeling Aimee Mann's High On Sunday 51 by any chance when you wrote this? Because it fits like a pair of shrunken hotpants:
We have crossed that rubicon
Ship awash, our rudder gone
The rats have fled but I'm hanging on
Let me try, oh baby, try.
In short: ♥
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Date: 2007-12-01 03:35 am (UTC)I have never heard Aimee Mann, but after reading that tidbit, I really think I should. What I was channeling, in truth, was:
The paths that I once tread
have all but gone.
Only embers now smolder
where bridges once burned.
I feel alive and yet I fear
what may happen now.
I know I can't return.
And I hear me say again
'oh let me not return'.
Damn the illusion of redemption
and the hopes that held me here.
I will oppose all that would befall me.
With this rage inside of me
I will defy what I would become.
ILU2BB. ♥
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Date: 2007-12-01 03:36 am (UTC)