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kh_drabbleChallenge: [156] Flavor of Life
Title: Red/Blue/Into The Black
Wordcount: 544
Notes: lollll remember a long time ago i said i wanted to do a really vague fic? this isn't it :<
Hey, hey -- oh come on, shut up. I mean, I know, I guess you're scared. But look, kid, come on, don't be.
It makes this hard.
Now come on, you're mad... I don't want that, I don't want trouble with you, me. But here you are getting that nasty red licorice taste in your mouth and that -- whaaaat, Sora, you think I didn't know?
Course I know. I know everything. I know you always thought that, some day, you'd taste that sticky pitchy darkness in your throat -- if you swallowed it when you were fighting, maybe, it was pretty possible for you, anyway, oh yes it was -- and it would be sweet and warm and you'd suck on it till it killed you like pitchy pretty poison. But then you -- and me, too, ugh, it was so gross -- got real determined and remembered being five or some other baby age and eating a twenty-five munny licorice whip with your beth fwend, Riku, yeth, wazzint dat him? He was on your left and baby princess, baby orphan Kairi was on your right and the sky was so bright blue -- but the air was cool because the whip wasn't sticky at all -- and oh, didn't it just make ya feel alive, Sora, baby, kiddo, didn't that red sugary thick taste crawl up and into your mind, and then didn't it come back, nine years later (I don't remember this far back, you hadn't birthed me quite yet, ma) when you were hitting those shadows with your bright new blue steel blade?
Red licorice, a ghost-taste, welled up in your mouth in place of yellow fear and bile or black hatred and the Darkness, that time, and then all the other times for good measure. It tasted like being at peace but also like adrenaline and fighting the good fight and loving every damn violent minute of it.
I don't know.
I guess if you like it. If that's what's making your eyes shine with anticipation and danger, what's making you so strong, then I guess that it would be okay.
Only it's making you keep me in here, and it's helping too, this taste you like so much, this stupid life that you're just so attached to, and see, kid, I don't guess. I know that's not okay, no, it's not okay-dokay at all.
See, I don't really hate your licorice, and your funny tastes. Whatever, kid, I don't care. It's just that I have to taste it too, and I just don't really like it either.
I like sea-salt ice cream, me, that's what I taste in the back of my throat or mind when I think I'M ALIVE! and scream with joy because of it.
And see, I'd like to get out, so I can taste it again. So I can scream with my own voice and think my own thoughts.
It might rip you apart and you might never taste anything again, red or yellow, well, maybe black, but you do understand, right, me? How I don't care, because I'm going to taste salt and blue and life, right?
Course you do. Course you do, cuz I can taste your dark, dark black right now, dark black that's got blue mixed into it.
Title: Red/Blue/Into The Black
Wordcount: 544
Notes: lollll remember a long time ago i said i wanted to do a really vague fic? this isn't it :<
Hey, hey -- oh come on, shut up. I mean, I know, I guess you're scared. But look, kid, come on, don't be.
It makes this hard.
Now come on, you're mad... I don't want that, I don't want trouble with you, me. But here you are getting that nasty red licorice taste in your mouth and that -- whaaaat, Sora, you think I didn't know?
Course I know. I know everything. I know you always thought that, some day, you'd taste that sticky pitchy darkness in your throat -- if you swallowed it when you were fighting, maybe, it was pretty possible for you, anyway, oh yes it was -- and it would be sweet and warm and you'd suck on it till it killed you like pitchy pretty poison. But then you -- and me, too, ugh, it was so gross -- got real determined and remembered being five or some other baby age and eating a twenty-five munny licorice whip with your beth fwend, Riku, yeth, wazzint dat him? He was on your left and baby princess, baby orphan Kairi was on your right and the sky was so bright blue -- but the air was cool because the whip wasn't sticky at all -- and oh, didn't it just make ya feel alive, Sora, baby, kiddo, didn't that red sugary thick taste crawl up and into your mind, and then didn't it come back, nine years later (I don't remember this far back, you hadn't birthed me quite yet, ma) when you were hitting those shadows with your bright new blue steel blade?
Red licorice, a ghost-taste, welled up in your mouth in place of yellow fear and bile or black hatred and the Darkness, that time, and then all the other times for good measure. It tasted like being at peace but also like adrenaline and fighting the good fight and loving every damn violent minute of it.
I don't know.
I guess if you like it. If that's what's making your eyes shine with anticipation and danger, what's making you so strong, then I guess that it would be okay.
Only it's making you keep me in here, and it's helping too, this taste you like so much, this stupid life that you're just so attached to, and see, kid, I don't guess. I know that's not okay, no, it's not okay-dokay at all.
See, I don't really hate your licorice, and your funny tastes. Whatever, kid, I don't care. It's just that I have to taste it too, and I just don't really like it either.
I like sea-salt ice cream, me, that's what I taste in the back of my throat or mind when I think I'M ALIVE! and scream with joy because of it.
And see, I'd like to get out, so I can taste it again. So I can scream with my own voice and think my own thoughts.
It might rip you apart and you might never taste anything again, red or yellow, well, maybe black, but you do understand, right, me? How I don't care, because I'm going to taste salt and blue and life, right?
Course you do. Course you do, cuz I can taste your dark, dark black right now, dark black that's got blue mixed into it.
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needs more tacos xD
Date: 2008-08-01 05:53 am (UTC)lovely ~crazy~ language and just a really nice flow to the narrative, and awesome awesome sensory details becuase I really really want licorice now since I've been tasting it the entire time I read it.
for some reason when (even though it doesn't taste like this IRL) I get the taste of blue raspberry twizzler sticks when I think of sea-salt ice cream and Roxas, and normal licorice for Sora...
anywho... yum. :)
om nom nom!
Date: 2008-08-01 12:56 pm (UTC)i like blue raspberry sticks. roxas can be tasting those if you want.
(there's sea salt ice cream irl?!)
Re: om nom nom!
Date: 2008-08-01 06:34 pm (UTC)haha yeah people have made sea salt ice cream... strangely there's no "official" ones (You'd think there would be c'mon it's awesome marketing, like those nasty-tasting Final Fantasy potions) but there's a few different recipes. lol I usually make my with fruity ice cream + salt but I think the 'regular' recipe uses vanilla instead of frui-tah.