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kh_drabble2005-02-16 10:10 pm
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Entry tags:
Substitute.
Challenge: Luck.
Title: Substitute.
Word Count: 241.
Note/s: An advanced warning- it’s focused around child abuse. And I'm sorry for the extreme repetitiveness of the word 'he'.
The rain kindly pattered on the broken pavement, gradually creating puddles in random cracks on the ground. Amongst the row of shabby houses was one that interested him the most. It was his salvation, his way of dealing with things that he did not understand.
He opened the door and walked in, trying his best to hide his eagerness. "Sora!" he called out, searching the damp room. "Sora?"
Hearing a murmur from the kitchen, he made his way there. He searched around for Sora, and there he was, sitting in the shadows with his head resting on his knees. He joined him with a wide grin plastered to his face. “Here you are,” he whispered as he slowly began to stroke the young boy’s scruffy hair. "Aren’t you cold?"
The boy whimpered, unsure of how to answer. He simply started into those eyes. Those pale, blue eyes. Soon, he could feel the familiar, tight grip around his waist.
He lifted the boy and placed him onto his laps, stroking his neck with his own cold nose. "I’m so lucky... I don't know what I would have done without you, Sora..."
"I-I’m sleepy. Can I go to sleep?"
"Of course you can," he replied, continuing to stroke the young boy. "I’ll join you, too." He moved back and smiled. "Then how about we share some of that Paopu? Just like old times."
The boy, although confused about what that was, nodded. "Okay."
Title: Substitute.
Word Count: 241.
Note/s: An advanced warning- it’s focused around child abuse. And I'm sorry for the extreme repetitiveness of the word 'he'.
The rain kindly pattered on the broken pavement, gradually creating puddles in random cracks on the ground. Amongst the row of shabby houses was one that interested him the most. It was his salvation, his way of dealing with things that he did not understand.
He opened the door and walked in, trying his best to hide his eagerness. "Sora!" he called out, searching the damp room. "Sora?"
Hearing a murmur from the kitchen, he made his way there. He searched around for Sora, and there he was, sitting in the shadows with his head resting on his knees. He joined him with a wide grin plastered to his face. “Here you are,” he whispered as he slowly began to stroke the young boy’s scruffy hair. "Aren’t you cold?"
The boy whimpered, unsure of how to answer. He simply started into those eyes. Those pale, blue eyes. Soon, he could feel the familiar, tight grip around his waist.
He lifted the boy and placed him onto his laps, stroking his neck with his own cold nose. "I’m so lucky... I don't know what I would have done without you, Sora..."
"I-I’m sleepy. Can I go to sleep?"
"Of course you can," he replied, continuing to stroke the young boy. "I’ll join you, too." He moved back and smiled. "Then how about we share some of that Paopu? Just like old times."
The boy, although confused about what that was, nodded. "Okay."
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*crawls out of non-review hell* I love the direction you had taken on this challenge. There's just an aura of darkness in the drabble, and I adore how you balance the level of ambiguity so precisely that I can't tell who the lucky (or the unlucky, if I've read the subtext wrongly) one is in this scenario. But most of all, I love the darkness in the drabble, it draws me to it.
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