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kh_drabble2006-11-20 03:45 pm
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Challenge: [84] Dust
Title: Dust Jacket
Word Count: 205
(anything else): Sora-centered. Way (repeat that way) in the future. May be a reference to spoilers, but nothing blatant. Beta'd by the wonderful![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lindskaba! enjoy.
He looks up at you, shining blue eyes begging you to tell him the story just one more time.
So you do. You tell of old times: of sinister places overrun with dark creatures, of worlds that were but should not have been, of beings without hearts and others that consume them, of friends and lovers and wielding a key. For a moment your wizened eyes close as you remember those days long ago—you can still feel the cool handle of the blade against your palm even though its been lifetimes since you’ve held it.
And he’s smiling at you now, asking if it’s all true. But when you open your mouth to speak, another voice cuts you off.
“Of course not, silly, you know it’s impossible to go to other worlds!”
“I know, Mama, but I wish it were.”
The smile fades; she lifts the small boy from your lap. Blue eyes are longing now for those adventurous tales, wanting to explore the vast existence beyond this world.
Part of you is sad for the boy who will never know how it feels to travel the worlds, and part of you is sad for the boy who never again felt part of one.
Title: Dust Jacket
Word Count: 205
(anything else): Sora-centered. Way (repeat that way) in the future. May be a reference to spoilers, but nothing blatant. Beta'd by the wonderful
lindskaba! enjoy. He looks up at you, shining blue eyes begging you to tell him the story just one more time.
So you do. You tell of old times: of sinister places overrun with dark creatures, of worlds that were but should not have been, of beings without hearts and others that consume them, of friends and lovers and wielding a key. For a moment your wizened eyes close as you remember those days long ago—you can still feel the cool handle of the blade against your palm even though its been lifetimes since you’ve held it.
And he’s smiling at you now, asking if it’s all true. But when you open your mouth to speak, another voice cuts you off.
“Of course not, silly, you know it’s impossible to go to other worlds!”
“I know, Mama, but I wish it were.”
The smile fades; she lifts the small boy from your lap. Blue eyes are longing now for those adventurous tales, wanting to explore the vast existence beyond this world.
Part of you is sad for the boy who will never know how it feels to travel the worlds, and part of you is sad for the boy who never again felt part of one.
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Cool drabble, Ash.