[Non-Challenge] Futility
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kh_drabbleTitle: Futility
Word Count: 375
Notes: The other day, I was skipping through the Chain of Memories manga, and got to the part where the Replica and Sora say they both 'remember' promising to protect Namine. And here I am, in a head canon where my mind gives her two other protectors from her days back in Never Was. So I guess this is my attempt to rein in my mind? I don't know. (sorry, I felt like I had to post here again before I completely lost my comfort zone ahaha don't kill me) NOT SAFE FOR THE CHEELDREN.
He knows.
He knows how to control her, and it’s not just the vines. He never shuts his mouth for one thing, prints his whispers on her skin. Sometimes she struggles against him, but she’s learned that there’s no point. Because he’s always there now. Even alone in her room, even alone with the Replica, he is there in the soft shy sound of paper, in quiet footsteps.
He is there in the black fingers against the curve of her hips, the weight of his chest against her knees. He is the inky canvas that her fingers scratch against in vain. He is the drowning perfume of damn roses and all-white-teeth-grin.
But the scream that rips across her throat and into his clasped hand is hers. She squeezes her eyes shut and sobs, a tear rolling down her cheek.
And Roxas wakes up.
He sits up in the bed, and brushes his face. He had cried in his sleep, a single tear.
He threw back the covers and portalled into Proof of Existence. Thirteen blue panels met his eyes. (It had always bothered him that Naminé didn’t get one.) He spat on the one marked XI.
Any other night and he would’ve walked through the Eighth Portal, to the Gallery of Masks. But Axel was gone; into the halls of Oblivion. So instead he walked through the Tenth.
Luxord was meditating at the bottom of Havoc’s Divide, a technique Xaldin had taught his Neophyte since the earliest days of Organization X. His deck of cards spun through the air, shuffling themselves again and again. The lesser Gamblers scattered as Roxas strode through them, his cloak flapping like a renegade’s cape.
The Gambler of Fate’s hand shifted as Roxas kneeled across from him. The cards assembled themselves and fell into his hand perfectly, his own army of weapons. The steel eyes opened. “Roxas. To what do I owe the pleasure?”
The boy glared at his knees as his fists tightened against his pyjama pants (some brave knight he was). “Why do I want to protect her?”
A paradoxical smile took over the man’s face, a weighty wager showing behind his poker face defence. “Answer me that, XIII, and you’ll have won the game we both play.”
Word Count: 375
Notes: The other day, I was skipping through the Chain of Memories manga, and got to the part where the Replica and Sora say they both 'remember' promising to protect Namine. And here I am, in a head canon where my mind gives her two other protectors from her days back in Never Was. So I guess this is my attempt to rein in my mind? I don't know. (sorry, I felt like I had to post here again before I completely lost my comfort zone ahaha don't kill me) NOT SAFE FOR THE CHEELDREN.
He knows.
He knows how to control her, and it’s not just the vines. He never shuts his mouth for one thing, prints his whispers on her skin. Sometimes she struggles against him, but she’s learned that there’s no point. Because he’s always there now. Even alone in her room, even alone with the Replica, he is there in the soft shy sound of paper, in quiet footsteps.
He is there in the black fingers against the curve of her hips, the weight of his chest against her knees. He is the inky canvas that her fingers scratch against in vain. He is the drowning perfume of damn roses and all-white-teeth-grin.
But the scream that rips across her throat and into his clasped hand is hers. She squeezes her eyes shut and sobs, a tear rolling down her cheek.
And Roxas wakes up.
He sits up in the bed, and brushes his face. He had cried in his sleep, a single tear.
He threw back the covers and portalled into Proof of Existence. Thirteen blue panels met his eyes. (It had always bothered him that Naminé didn’t get one.) He spat on the one marked XI.
Any other night and he would’ve walked through the Eighth Portal, to the Gallery of Masks. But Axel was gone; into the halls of Oblivion. So instead he walked through the Tenth.
Luxord was meditating at the bottom of Havoc’s Divide, a technique Xaldin had taught his Neophyte since the earliest days of Organization X. His deck of cards spun through the air, shuffling themselves again and again. The lesser Gamblers scattered as Roxas strode through them, his cloak flapping like a renegade’s cape.
The Gambler of Fate’s hand shifted as Roxas kneeled across from him. The cards assembled themselves and fell into his hand perfectly, his own army of weapons. The steel eyes opened. “Roxas. To what do I owe the pleasure?”
The boy glared at his knees as his fists tightened against his pyjama pants (some brave knight he was). “Why do I want to protect her?”
A paradoxical smile took over the man’s face, a weighty wager showing behind his poker face defence. “Answer me that, XIII, and you’ll have won the game we both play.”
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Date: 2009-02-03 12:46 am (UTC)Love the writing, love the interaction, and all the little bits of personality that shine through in so few words. <3333
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Date: 2009-02-03 12:53 am (UTC)pfffffffff thank you! {:D ♥
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Date: 2009-02-03 02:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-03 02:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-03 01:08 am (UTC)Interesting concept of Roxas looking up to Luxord as a mentor of a sort, someone other than Axel to go to when unsure of what to do. :D *applaud*
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Date: 2009-02-03 01:25 am (UTC)I-I do? Thank you! ♥
sdafa applause? {:D I think that Luxord would be the far more begrudging mentor to Roxas, due to the whole 'protective-paternal-figure' thing he has with Naminé. But she stills connects them, so... Curse my weird head canon.
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Date: 2009-02-03 02:19 pm (UTC)If I had to pick a favorite part of this, we'd probably be here forever. What can I say? I love the flow of this piece. I also like that you leave Naminé's abuse up to the imagination (which is a bit of a bad thing with me-- damn you, Marluxia). And that last line nearly split my face in two. Great job as always, sweetie.
*shuffles back to bed*
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Date: 2009-02-04 01:03 am (UTC)and send me your germs in an e-mail or something curse you good immune systemfasdasdf thank you! {:D ♥
Protector!Luxord is so tragic, but he takes it all in stride. D:no subject
Date: 2009-02-04 03:05 am (UTC)Oh, Tuna. When it's your fics we're talking about, it's always worth it. ♥
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Date: 2009-02-04 03:12 am (UTC)You know I'd do the same for you, right? ♥♥♥♥