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kh_drabbleChallenge:[83] Reflection
Title: Rebirth
Word Count: 351
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lindskaba for beta'ing this! I owe you thousands! And I think this probably counts for spoilers. enjoy!
They lie in the sunset, huddled together, the exhaustion of their recent experience still wearing on them heavily. In sleep they shiver as the cool dusk traces over their virgin limbs that lie deeply tangled in each other, an endless knot.
A faint outline against his skin, her unstable form trembles as it fights for existence. Everything about her, from her lips to her hair, is the faintest of wisps. It seems that even a gentle breeze could unravel her body into nothingness.
Perhaps that’s why he holds her so tightly, or perhaps it’s because his only instinct is to protect her. Either way, he cradles her bare figure firmly, willing the strength of his body to help her carry on. The only thing he is certain of is that he needs her to survive.
He is taller, broader, and stronger than she is, and his influence seems to give her the ability to subsist. Firm muscles wrap around her and golden hair mixes with her own translucent locks. Her small head presses against his exposed chest and his chin rests atop her soft hair. They are nowhere, but they are peaceful.
The first few moments of life is marked by the bliss of knowing they belonge to someone.
In a moment it’s over. Large callous hands pry them apart, and she wakes crying out, reaching for him as he reaches for her, strong hands grasping at frail limbs. For an instant blue eyes open and gaze into one another, seeing themselves for the first time as if looking into a mirror before their connection is once more shattered and whatever hope appeared to lie between them lost.
When they carry her away, twisting and kicking, they carry off his certainty, belonging, existence—he is nothing and nothingness fills him.
The last thing he sees as they pull her whimpering form down the street is the shimmer of her pale hair in the twilight. When at length even her moans fade into the distance, a large muscular hand seizes his shoulder and a gruff voice speaks:
“Welcome to the Organization, Roxas.”
Title: Rebirth
Word Count: 351
(anything else): Thank you
lindskaba for beta'ing this! I owe you thousands! And I think this probably counts for spoilers. enjoy!They lie in the sunset, huddled together, the exhaustion of their recent experience still wearing on them heavily. In sleep they shiver as the cool dusk traces over their virgin limbs that lie deeply tangled in each other, an endless knot.
A faint outline against his skin, her unstable form trembles as it fights for existence. Everything about her, from her lips to her hair, is the faintest of wisps. It seems that even a gentle breeze could unravel her body into nothingness.
Perhaps that’s why he holds her so tightly, or perhaps it’s because his only instinct is to protect her. Either way, he cradles her bare figure firmly, willing the strength of his body to help her carry on. The only thing he is certain of is that he needs her to survive.
He is taller, broader, and stronger than she is, and his influence seems to give her the ability to subsist. Firm muscles wrap around her and golden hair mixes with her own translucent locks. Her small head presses against his exposed chest and his chin rests atop her soft hair. They are nowhere, but they are peaceful.
The first few moments of life is marked by the bliss of knowing they belonge to someone.
In a moment it’s over. Large callous hands pry them apart, and she wakes crying out, reaching for him as he reaches for her, strong hands grasping at frail limbs. For an instant blue eyes open and gaze into one another, seeing themselves for the first time as if looking into a mirror before their connection is once more shattered and whatever hope appeared to lie between them lost.
When they carry her away, twisting and kicking, they carry off his certainty, belonging, existence—he is nothing and nothingness fills him.
The last thing he sees as they pull her whimpering form down the street is the shimmer of her pale hair in the twilight. When at length even her moans fade into the distance, a large muscular hand seizes his shoulder and a gruff voice speaks:
“Welcome to the Organization, Roxas.”
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Date: 2006-11-15 04:29 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-11-15 04:40 am (UTC)XD
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Date: 2006-11-15 04:38 am (UTC)Yay! A fic and an original one to boot. Very nicely done!
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Date: 2006-11-15 05:12 am (UTC)<3
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Date: 2006-11-15 05:06 am (UTC)Or something.
What? It's midnight and I'm tired.
GOOD FIC! *THUD* ... Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz...
(( XD ))
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Date: 2006-11-15 05:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-15 05:06 pm (UTC)Drabble I wrote for someone in August.
Again *applauds* ^^ much love for the drabbles that show Roxas and Namine's beginning. :D
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Date: 2006-11-15 02:39 pm (UTC)Well done!
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Date: 2006-11-15 03:14 pm (UTC)I'm happy you liked it! :D
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