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kh_drabble2007-06-18 09:39 am
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"Ruler" - Naminé, challenge 109
Challenge: 109, 'Loose Ends'
Title: Ruler
Character/Pairings: Naminé
Rating: G
Warnings: None that I can think of.
Summary: Redefining art.
Word Count: 261
Naminé believed in gaps.
After all, in a life as empty as hers, what else was there to believe in? Loneliness; darkness; silence; emptiness. That was all to have faith in, and so she did. She drew, hand moving over the (blank, blank, blank) sheet of paper, and she filled the page with lies and sometimes she thought she felt something a little like a pricking at the back of her eyes. She thought, in a voices-heard-through-the-wall way, that there was something deeply sorrowful about filling that pristine nothingness with her lies.
After all, what right had she to try to change the world around her? In her nature, she didn't really, truly exist; something that did not exist had no right to try to impact reality; in trying to do that, she was changing herself, and she belonged to others rather than her own vague, smoky self.
It was all supreme logic. She had no right. It was like proper proportions, like perfect symmetry, like straight lines, like correct shading, like flawless art.
And sometimes, Naminé looked down at her drawing—her art—the only thing she truly owned, and she decided to change it. Redefine, revolutionize, recreate, rethink. Sometimes she crooked the line, sometimes she finished drawing only one hand of her subject, sometimes she made one eye larger than another, sometimes she didn't shade, sometimes she even left bits uncoloured, incomplete.
Sometimes Naminé looked down at those little loose ends.
It gave her an odd thrill.
Sometimes, she almost felt alive.
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Title: Ruler
Character/Pairings: Naminé
Rating: G
Warnings: None that I can think of.
Summary: Redefining art.
Word Count: 261
Naminé believed in gaps.
After all, in a life as empty as hers, what else was there to believe in? Loneliness; darkness; silence; emptiness. That was all to have faith in, and so she did. She drew, hand moving over the (blank, blank, blank) sheet of paper, and she filled the page with lies and sometimes she thought she felt something a little like a pricking at the back of her eyes. She thought, in a voices-heard-through-the-wall way, that there was something deeply sorrowful about filling that pristine nothingness with her lies.
After all, what right had she to try to change the world around her? In her nature, she didn't really, truly exist; something that did not exist had no right to try to impact reality; in trying to do that, she was changing herself, and she belonged to others rather than her own vague, smoky self.
It was all supreme logic. She had no right. It was like proper proportions, like perfect symmetry, like straight lines, like correct shading, like flawless art.
And sometimes, Naminé looked down at her drawing—her art—the only thing she truly owned, and she decided to change it. Redefine, revolutionize, recreate, rethink. Sometimes she crooked the line, sometimes she finished drawing only one hand of her subject, sometimes she made one eye larger than another, sometimes she didn't shade, sometimes she even left bits uncoloured, incomplete.
Sometimes Naminé looked down at those little loose ends.
It gave her an odd thrill.
Sometimes, she almost felt alive.
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