Challenge [094]: Conspiracy entry
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kh_drabbleChallenge: [094] Conspiracy
Title: Eloquence
Rating: G
Characters: Ienzo, Ansem the Wise
Word Count: 412
Notes: I've never realized before how writing Ienzo is insanely fun. I think I have a pretty good hold on his character.
They sent the youngest, because he could do with words what the others could only do with science and weapons. What tools their teacher had given them they were not so willing to part with. The process was as interesting than the expected result of their experiment. He thought perhaps there would be no result, that they had spent the past five years snatching at shadows. He thought he liked it better that way. Ansem the Wise was already suspicious of his apprentices, and all Ienzo had to do was confirm them, feign a little discomfort and anxiety. He wove together pretty words and sincere gestures as he stood politely in front of the other man, looking down at his shoes as he smiled behind his hair. Ansem was tired, strain showing in the lines of his brow and the wrinkles around his mouth, and Ienzo was a very good liar. The other five were restless, who knew what they might do, Ienzo was scared. And Ansem believed him.
Ienzo had spent the last five years crafting his façade. Being pretty had its advantages. No one could distrust him, because he seemed so reasonable, so polite, a logical and shy man. But the truth was he just liked to see things fall apart. It was terribly good fun.
Ansem's desk was scattered with papers, books, an empty coffee cup. A portrait of Xehanort hung on the wall, crooked. It was disgusting. Ansem let out a long breath and ran his hand through his hair. Ienzo let his mouth curve into a smirk as he looked at the man. Ansem had made a terrible mistake. He let himself show weakness in front of others, let his emotions rule his features, let his thoughts write themselves across his eyelids. Ienzo had learned long ago had to shut himself inside, so no glance or misplaced word betrayed him. Once, he had admired Ansem, respected him. Now he saw him for the pathetic being he was. Ansem thought he was the one in control, because he was allowed the title of "Master" and they were not. But he was wrong. For several years, his apprentices had been uprooting him, slowly and without even realizing it themselves.
Even Ansem the Wise eventually had to break. Ienzo left the room, with Ansem's approval that they could begin the experiment.
Ienzo knew he was walking into madness. He wanted to laugh hysterically, but all he could do was smile.
Title: Eloquence
Rating: G
Characters: Ienzo, Ansem the Wise
Word Count: 412
Notes: I've never realized before how writing Ienzo is insanely fun. I think I have a pretty good hold on his character.
They sent the youngest, because he could do with words what the others could only do with science and weapons. What tools their teacher had given them they were not so willing to part with. The process was as interesting than the expected result of their experiment. He thought perhaps there would be no result, that they had spent the past five years snatching at shadows. He thought he liked it better that way. Ansem the Wise was already suspicious of his apprentices, and all Ienzo had to do was confirm them, feign a little discomfort and anxiety. He wove together pretty words and sincere gestures as he stood politely in front of the other man, looking down at his shoes as he smiled behind his hair. Ansem was tired, strain showing in the lines of his brow and the wrinkles around his mouth, and Ienzo was a very good liar. The other five were restless, who knew what they might do, Ienzo was scared. And Ansem believed him.
Ienzo had spent the last five years crafting his façade. Being pretty had its advantages. No one could distrust him, because he seemed so reasonable, so polite, a logical and shy man. But the truth was he just liked to see things fall apart. It was terribly good fun.
Ansem's desk was scattered with papers, books, an empty coffee cup. A portrait of Xehanort hung on the wall, crooked. It was disgusting. Ansem let out a long breath and ran his hand through his hair. Ienzo let his mouth curve into a smirk as he looked at the man. Ansem had made a terrible mistake. He let himself show weakness in front of others, let his emotions rule his features, let his thoughts write themselves across his eyelids. Ienzo had learned long ago had to shut himself inside, so no glance or misplaced word betrayed him. Once, he had admired Ansem, respected him. Now he saw him for the pathetic being he was. Ansem thought he was the one in control, because he was allowed the title of "Master" and they were not. But he was wrong. For several years, his apprentices had been uprooting him, slowly and without even realizing it themselves.
Even Ansem the Wise eventually had to break. Ienzo left the room, with Ansem's approval that they could begin the experiment.
Ienzo knew he was walking into madness. He wanted to laugh hysterically, but all he could do was smile.
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Date: 2007-02-12 01:01 am (UTC)Indeed, awesome take on the char. Insanely good concept, thrilling and moving. Congrats!
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Date: 2007-02-12 07:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-12 03:01 am (UTC)Ienzo had spent the last five years crafting his façade. Being pretty had its advantages. No one could distrust him, because he seemed so reasonable, so polite, a logical and shy man. But the truth was he just liked to see things fall apart. It was terribly good fun.
Excellent, that whole paragraph! (Also and off-topic, icon love ♥)
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Date: 2007-02-12 07:53 pm (UTC)(Also and off-topic, icon love ♥)
I'm a firm believer in girl power, haha.
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Date: 2007-02-12 05:06 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-02-13 12:25 am (UTC)