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kh_drabbleChallenge [184]: Brothers
Title: Cerberus
Wordcount: 210
Summary: They are closer than anyone could hope to be, but these strangers drive Sora somewhere his shadows can't exist.
Antisora was present and at the same time was not. Like the black side of a lunar view, a shadow that took the same shape. They were one and the same, much like him and Roxas. The three of them made something complete; closer than brothers, closer than skin.
But at times it became difficult to imagine others, so wildly different, to be part of himself. Difficult to acknowledge the existence of someone
(Who was no one.)
he could feel for brief moments, split second glimpses on the peripherals of his thoughts. These brushes of consciousness felt cold whichever counterpart he was feeling (no circulation can chill the hands) but he knew one from the other by the absence or presence of hate
(His antimatter undid him always, put out his light like a sudden draft of wind.)
that would abruptly coil in his gut and then pass, lingering just long enough to make him wonder if they were really his own feelings.They were the ones sharing his heart, after all.
He felt like a child turning round and round before a mirror, trying fruitlessly to see the back of his head.
There was something ugly there, and he wasn't sure he had room for any more faces.
Notes: First post on the community! I was kind of surprised by where I went with this, but the prompt really struck a chord.
Title: Cerberus
Wordcount: 210
Summary: They are closer than anyone could hope to be, but these strangers drive Sora somewhere his shadows can't exist.
Antisora was present and at the same time was not. Like the black side of a lunar view, a shadow that took the same shape. They were one and the same, much like him and Roxas. The three of them made something complete; closer than brothers, closer than skin.
But at times it became difficult to imagine others, so wildly different, to be part of himself. Difficult to acknowledge the existence of someone
(Who was no one.)
he could feel for brief moments, split second glimpses on the peripherals of his thoughts. These brushes of consciousness felt cold whichever counterpart he was feeling (no circulation can chill the hands) but he knew one from the other by the absence or presence of hate
(His antimatter undid him always, put out his light like a sudden draft of wind.)
that would abruptly coil in his gut and then pass, lingering just long enough to make him wonder if they were really his own feelings.They were the ones sharing his heart, after all.
He felt like a child turning round and round before a mirror, trying fruitlessly to see the back of his head.
There was something ugly there, and he wasn't sure he had room for any more faces.
Notes: First post on the community! I was kind of surprised by where I went with this, but the prompt really struck a chord.
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Date: 2009-04-21 10:41 pm (UTC)Yessss you are a wonderful addition to the community, I see. I like this very much - especially the way his (not-thoughts in brackets), kinda like part of the story and yet not.
He felt like a child turning round and round before a mirror, trying fruitlessly to see the back of his head.
is a very strong in meaning and beautiful sentiment. I like it a lot.
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Date: 2009-04-28 12:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-27 06:56 pm (UTC)I especially love the line There was something ugly there, and he wasn't sure had had room for any more faces. Awesome. Jus awesome. :3
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Date: 2009-04-28 12:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-28 06:30 pm (UTC)