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kh_drabbleChallenge: 105, Home
Title: Perfect
Word Count: 203
(anything else): :x Spoilers, maybe for Naminé’s origin, Roxas, and what they are. If you don't know who they are.
A little red here, a little yellow there…
Crayons against white, white paper, held by delicate hands, smudged with something akin to charcoal.
Blue… no, green…
A frown as white-blonde hair fell into clear, crystal-like blue eyes. A hand reached up, dropping the crayon and ruining the picture. Pale hands pushed strands of hair up to tuck behind an ear. A small, quiet whisper from no one as eyes closed. No matter how much the witch tried, she could not cry.
After all, Nobodies can’t feel… can they…? …no, Roxas could feel… but…
A small sigh escaped from her lips as she looked up at the ceiling. Her eyes trailed over to a wall. She pushed her white chair back, blue sandals against pure white floors. She made her way over to the curtain, white as everything else, and pushed it back. Retreating as she saw Roxas, she walked over to the walls.
…when did I draw this…?
She lay a hand on the drawing (a child’s drawing, simple yet beautiful), a drawing of an island. She felt a slight, jerking movement in her chest.
…no, that’s…
She wanted her own home. A home where she’d fit in perfectly. A home for Somebodies.
Title: Perfect
Word Count: 203
(anything else): :x Spoilers, maybe for Naminé’s origin, Roxas, and what they are. If you don't know who they are.
A little red here, a little yellow there…
Crayons against white, white paper, held by delicate hands, smudged with something akin to charcoal.
Blue… no, green…
A frown as white-blonde hair fell into clear, crystal-like blue eyes. A hand reached up, dropping the crayon and ruining the picture. Pale hands pushed strands of hair up to tuck behind an ear. A small, quiet whisper from no one as eyes closed. No matter how much the witch tried, she could not cry.
After all, Nobodies can’t feel… can they…? …no, Roxas could feel… but…
A small sigh escaped from her lips as she looked up at the ceiling. Her eyes trailed over to a wall. She pushed her white chair back, blue sandals against pure white floors. She made her way over to the curtain, white as everything else, and pushed it back. Retreating as she saw Roxas, she walked over to the walls.
…when did I draw this…?
She lay a hand on the drawing (a child’s drawing, simple yet beautiful), a drawing of an island. She felt a slight, jerking movement in her chest.
…no, that’s…
She wanted her own home. A home where she’d fit in perfectly. A home for Somebodies.
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Date: 2007-05-18 02:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-18 02:35 am (UTC)I know. D: I feel so sorry for the poor girl.