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kh_drabbleChallenge: 189 - Poker Face
Title: Feigning
Word Count: 212
Notes: I wrote this at work... Whoops.
“You’re worthless. You’re nobody.”
The irony of his recollected words are almost funny, in the same way that the yellowed bruise on her cheek brings up painful memories that she’s told she shouldn’t be able to feel.
She refuses to flinch. She obeys his commands like the broken pawn she has become… or maybe that’s all she ever really was.
She is accustomed to harsh treatment. Marluxia did the same thing, after all. The only difference is that DiZ is on the other side, the side of good.
Apparently.
So she sits on her stool in the company of a sleeping boy who will not remember her deeds when he wakes. She may feel a tear come to her eye, but she swallows it along with every emotion she’s ever felt. She is a Nobody, and Nobodies don’t have the privilege of being anything other than stoic. She will not smile. She will not cry. She will not wither into a heap and wait for a nonexistent hero to salvage the shattered remnants of her contrived memories.
“Namine, are you okay?” asks the dark thing lurking in the corner.
She stifles a shudder at his depraved condition, terrified of the form her friend is forced to endure.
“I’m a Nobody, aren’t I?”
Title: Feigning
Word Count: 212
Notes: I wrote this at work... Whoops.
“You’re worthless. You’re nobody.”
The irony of his recollected words are almost funny, in the same way that the yellowed bruise on her cheek brings up painful memories that she’s told she shouldn’t be able to feel.
She refuses to flinch. She obeys his commands like the broken pawn she has become… or maybe that’s all she ever really was.
She is accustomed to harsh treatment. Marluxia did the same thing, after all. The only difference is that DiZ is on the other side, the side of good.
Apparently.
So she sits on her stool in the company of a sleeping boy who will not remember her deeds when he wakes. She may feel a tear come to her eye, but she swallows it along with every emotion she’s ever felt. She is a Nobody, and Nobodies don’t have the privilege of being anything other than stoic. She will not smile. She will not cry. She will not wither into a heap and wait for a nonexistent hero to salvage the shattered remnants of her contrived memories.
“Namine, are you okay?” asks the dark thing lurking in the corner.
She stifles a shudder at his depraved condition, terrified of the form her friend is forced to endure.
“I’m a Nobody, aren’t I?”
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Date: 2009-06-06 05:54 am (UTC)This line caught my eye in particular.
There was a lot of power there.
I liked this one a lot. :3 I like the idea of her being special like that. So, thank you for this.
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Date: 2009-06-06 06:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-06 03:30 pm (UTC)Great Namine insight, and great drabble!
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Date: 2009-06-07 02:32 am (UTC)