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kh_drabbleTitle: Hold Together
Challenge: [135] Disaster
Word count: 330
Rating: PG
Notes: I'm not actually sure this sates the crossover bunny, but I'll work on that later. …There may even be more T.H.White references in a longer version.
…I wanted to play with time perception a little more, but that didn't quite work.
It knows there are world that were unluckier than it out there- worlds where it fell onto the heart, or close by, and so were lost without chance of defending themselves. But it cannot say that it thinks this relentless chew at its core can possibly be much better. At least their light was merely snuffed. Here and now (now now now), time is running out. It can't chance another round- it is almost sure the thing has worked out where the heart must be, and is preparing to strike.
[if only it were locked]
Then chance-fate-something calls, and finally, finally they're here, the ones who might stand a chance (from here, from there, from where, from when; it doesn't matter). It has lost a lot of power (too many rounds, too much taken from the core), but it has enough to pull just enough gates together, and one of the men who knew this world has done his best to aid these fighters so they may pass through more easily.
There is so much to do, but they manage to find one last layer of protection and return it to the heart, and so buy a little more time. Only a little, but enough- enough to call the key close, and let what will be, be.
It is hyperaware of that place as the bearer enters, everything straining to know whether this one will do it right (for there are stories), and this one is such a mix, shadows and light swirling to no particular beat. But there is nothing to suggest that this one's light will be overtaken, and the light here is doing no harm, so it reveals its heart to him, and he raises the key, light already gathering at the tip.
Across all this world's time, the lock clicks shut, and grants them time enough to take disaster down.
[Somewhere, somewhen, a disaster struck this world, and rose to swallow it.]
Somewhere, somewhen, it didn't.
Challenge: [135] Disaster
Word count: 330
Rating: PG
Notes: I'm not actually sure this sates the crossover bunny, but I'll work on that later. …There may even be more T.H.White references in a longer version.
…I wanted to play with time perception a little more, but that didn't quite work.
It knows there are world that were unluckier than it out there- worlds where it fell onto the heart, or close by, and so were lost without chance of defending themselves. But it cannot say that it thinks this relentless chew at its core can possibly be much better. At least their light was merely snuffed. Here and now (now now now), time is running out. It can't chance another round- it is almost sure the thing has worked out where the heart must be, and is preparing to strike.
[if only it were locked]
Then chance-fate-something calls, and finally, finally they're here, the ones who might stand a chance (from here, from there, from where, from when; it doesn't matter). It has lost a lot of power (too many rounds, too much taken from the core), but it has enough to pull just enough gates together, and one of the men who knew this world has done his best to aid these fighters so they may pass through more easily.
There is so much to do, but they manage to find one last layer of protection and return it to the heart, and so buy a little more time. Only a little, but enough- enough to call the key close, and let what will be, be.
It is hyperaware of that place as the bearer enters, everything straining to know whether this one will do it right (for there are stories), and this one is such a mix, shadows and light swirling to no particular beat. But there is nothing to suggest that this one's light will be overtaken, and the light here is doing no harm, so it reveals its heart to him, and he raises the key, light already gathering at the tip.
Across all this world's time, the lock clicks shut, and grants them time enough to take disaster down.
[Somewhere, somewhen, a disaster struck this world, and rose to swallow it.]
Somewhere, somewhen, it didn't.
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