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kh_drabble2006-11-09 10:47 pm
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Challenge: [082] Crossroads
Title: All Roads
Word Count: 319
Notes: In the fifth century fanatic Christians used to desecrate suicides by burying the bodies at crossroads, sometimes with a stake through them. That is a creepy fun fact that I wanted to use but totally didn't. XD Set between KH and CoM.
The king wouldn't stop pacing. Back and forth across Riku's slanted line of sight, pausing at each end of path before turning for a repeat. Riku clenched his jaw sharply and tried to sink his chin further in his upturned palms.
Weeks across the very boring landscape that was the other side of that Door, and they were... well, the king refused to use the word 'lost', but...
Part of the problem was that they had never come upon one before. A crossroad. There had only been a single path from where Sora said Goodbye. Sometimes winding, sometimes narrow, sometimes uneven, but always One. It was dark and shadowed (like everything here) - until this. Two interconnecting paths, leaving three directions to choose from. No helpful sign to show the way to Out.
"Just pick one, your majesty," he said dully, for the fifth time. His smaller companion whirled on him, mid-step, and began to make frantic hand gestures.
"I can't just pick one. I have to pick the right one." He had his keyblade in hand; a ridiculous looking weapon that Riku would have scoffed at had he not seen it in action. The blade swung from path to path at the king's beckon, like a large divining stick. It was useless; clearly the key had no idea which path to choose either.
Riku tried to melt his face into his palms. Anything to stop the sight and sound of that constant pacing. He wanted to walk, to move, to keep progressing forward.
"You don't feel anything, Riku? None of these feel more right than another?" His voice was tired; exasperated. Sighing, Riku got to his feet, stretching slowly.
"It doesn't matter," he said, with a wry grin. "Somehow every path I take always goes to the same place."
The king glanced at him, large eyes piqued in curiousity. Riku softened his smile.
"All roads lead to Sora."
Title: All Roads
Word Count: 319
Notes: In the fifth century fanatic Christians used to desecrate suicides by burying the bodies at crossroads, sometimes with a stake through them. That is a creepy fun fact that I wanted to use but totally didn't. XD Set between KH and CoM.
The king wouldn't stop pacing. Back and forth across Riku's slanted line of sight, pausing at each end of path before turning for a repeat. Riku clenched his jaw sharply and tried to sink his chin further in his upturned palms.
Weeks across the very boring landscape that was the other side of that Door, and they were... well, the king refused to use the word 'lost', but...
Part of the problem was that they had never come upon one before. A crossroad. There had only been a single path from where Sora said Goodbye. Sometimes winding, sometimes narrow, sometimes uneven, but always One. It was dark and shadowed (like everything here) - until this. Two interconnecting paths, leaving three directions to choose from. No helpful sign to show the way to Out.
"Just pick one, your majesty," he said dully, for the fifth time. His smaller companion whirled on him, mid-step, and began to make frantic hand gestures.
"I can't just pick one. I have to pick the right one." He had his keyblade in hand; a ridiculous looking weapon that Riku would have scoffed at had he not seen it in action. The blade swung from path to path at the king's beckon, like a large divining stick. It was useless; clearly the key had no idea which path to choose either.
Riku tried to melt his face into his palms. Anything to stop the sight and sound of that constant pacing. He wanted to walk, to move, to keep progressing forward.
"You don't feel anything, Riku? None of these feel more right than another?" His voice was tired; exasperated. Sighing, Riku got to his feet, stretching slowly.
"It doesn't matter," he said, with a wry grin. "Somehow every path I take always goes to the same place."
The king glanced at him, large eyes piqued in curiousity. Riku softened his smile.
"All roads lead to Sora."
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