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kh_drabbleChallenge: [143] Style
Title: Jaded
Word Count: 439
Spoilers: Vaguely for CoM
Rating: PG
Summary: You think that's where it's at, but is that where it's supposed to be.
Larxene approaches her one day, while she’s twirling lilac around her fingers in blooms of paper foliage and fake dreams.
“Eleven says you’re different,” Larxene sneers, plucking the crayon out of her fingers. “He says you’re a witch of some sort, like you’re the exception to some grand rule that applies to all of us.”
She does not reply, flattening her palm against the smiles she’s scrawled on the paper.
“You know what I think? I think that Marluxia’s full of it.” There’s a faint clatter as she tosses the crayon aside and it snaps against the wall, leaving a faint trace of what should have been flowers along a drawing of an island. “You need to prove me wrong, and do something special with those colors of yours.”
She won’t let Larxene intimidate her, because she knows that she is not like the other Nobodies. They want their hearts, to be complete again, and they would do horrible things to get it. And she, well…
Red is for love, and she smears it on the paper thick, tracing the curves of his lips as they smile back up at her.
Blue is for peace and strength, and she uses six different shades for his eyes; she etches it into shadows in the dips of his skin.
Green is for serenity, and she works it in wherever the crayon touches: the edges of his hair, light flecks in his eyes, a delicate line running along his collarbones.
She smiles slightly, pulling the completed drawing to her chest. She waits with bated breath for him to arrive, for his smile to be more than wax and paper. She wants to see the blue shadows in his skin, and the red on his lips, and the green along his hair.
But when he arrives, the red is too fierce, and he snarls furiously at his friends, because he was so blinded by anger and the desperation to get to her, and-
The blue is too dark, and he brushes those friends off coldly, and without another word he abandons them to find her, and-
The green tinges his skin, and he stumbles as if he’s sick, fighting everything and everybody he finds, all because of her, and-
Larxene’s howling laughter tears through her paper dreams, and she finds herself trembling, clutching the drawing with whitening knuckles.
“Don’t you get it? You’re no different than the rest of us.” Larxene snaps red, blue, green between her fingers, grinning.
“Your style is a little different, but you are just like us. You know exactly how to lure out a heart and destroy it.”
Title: Jaded
Word Count: 439
Spoilers: Vaguely for CoM
Rating: PG
Summary: You think that's where it's at, but is that where it's supposed to be.
Larxene approaches her one day, while she’s twirling lilac around her fingers in blooms of paper foliage and fake dreams.
“Eleven says you’re different,” Larxene sneers, plucking the crayon out of her fingers. “He says you’re a witch of some sort, like you’re the exception to some grand rule that applies to all of us.”
She does not reply, flattening her palm against the smiles she’s scrawled on the paper.
“You know what I think? I think that Marluxia’s full of it.” There’s a faint clatter as she tosses the crayon aside and it snaps against the wall, leaving a faint trace of what should have been flowers along a drawing of an island. “You need to prove me wrong, and do something special with those colors of yours.”
She won’t let Larxene intimidate her, because she knows that she is not like the other Nobodies. They want their hearts, to be complete again, and they would do horrible things to get it. And she, well…
Red is for love, and she smears it on the paper thick, tracing the curves of his lips as they smile back up at her.
Blue is for peace and strength, and she uses six different shades for his eyes; she etches it into shadows in the dips of his skin.
Green is for serenity, and she works it in wherever the crayon touches: the edges of his hair, light flecks in his eyes, a delicate line running along his collarbones.
She smiles slightly, pulling the completed drawing to her chest. She waits with bated breath for him to arrive, for his smile to be more than wax and paper. She wants to see the blue shadows in his skin, and the red on his lips, and the green along his hair.
But when he arrives, the red is too fierce, and he snarls furiously at his friends, because he was so blinded by anger and the desperation to get to her, and-
The blue is too dark, and he brushes those friends off coldly, and without another word he abandons them to find her, and-
The green tinges his skin, and he stumbles as if he’s sick, fighting everything and everybody he finds, all because of her, and-
Larxene’s howling laughter tears through her paper dreams, and she finds herself trembling, clutching the drawing with whitening knuckles.
“Don’t you get it? You’re no different than the rest of us.” Larxene snaps red, blue, green between her fingers, grinning.
“Your style is a little different, but you are just like us. You know exactly how to lure out a heart and destroy it.”
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