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Jul. 9th, 2009 04:24 amChallenge: 193 - Destruction
Title: Opiate
Word Count: 268
Notes: I never have time to post this early, but I rapidly developed insomnia tonight, and this is what came of it. :P
Sight without vision, breath without life, hope without meaning… This is his existence. Cursed to wade through murky mires and wastelands that even the most rugged vagabond fears to brave. But Heartless are monochromatic scribbles on pallid sketchbooks. They are shadows shackled to a cave wall, the wind that blows across a barren pavement, shuffling no leaves, scattering not a single dandelion seed from its aged-crippled mane.
A life without meaning is no life worth living; Xehanort is no fool. He wants the worlds to whimper at the mention of his name. He senses victory growing nearer with every harvested heart, rejoicing in a macabre euphoria.
Complete annihilation brings salvation. And mantras whisper truths to the screaming masses.
Did he choose this restricted, cursed fate where his only allies resided in the dank recesses of the universe? An old witch without feeling (more heartless than even he), a rogue vizier, an insect-infested, ghastly thing… All pathetically sworn allegiances, and for what?
Destruction for destruction’s sake.
Oh, but he loves watching the people squirm in agony, choking on the soil and dust that coats silenced lungs, crawling through a lifeless plain as their hearts are shredded, engulfed, overtaken. He smiles, almost joyous as he watches their charred fingers reach forward, voices suffocating in desperation, parched throats rasping in one last, futile attempt at escape.
Yes, this is his life, restricted, cursed. Darkness is his opiate, his raison d'être, and whether he is strangling a pride of lions or shrouding peaceful islands in a dark miasma, it brings emotion to his heart.
Power, dominance, and wickedness are emotions, after all.
Title: Opiate
Word Count: 268
Notes: I never have time to post this early, but I rapidly developed insomnia tonight, and this is what came of it. :P
Sight without vision, breath without life, hope without meaning… This is his existence. Cursed to wade through murky mires and wastelands that even the most rugged vagabond fears to brave. But Heartless are monochromatic scribbles on pallid sketchbooks. They are shadows shackled to a cave wall, the wind that blows across a barren pavement, shuffling no leaves, scattering not a single dandelion seed from its aged-crippled mane.
A life without meaning is no life worth living; Xehanort is no fool. He wants the worlds to whimper at the mention of his name. He senses victory growing nearer with every harvested heart, rejoicing in a macabre euphoria.
Complete annihilation brings salvation. And mantras whisper truths to the screaming masses.
Did he choose this restricted, cursed fate where his only allies resided in the dank recesses of the universe? An old witch without feeling (more heartless than even he), a rogue vizier, an insect-infested, ghastly thing… All pathetically sworn allegiances, and for what?
Destruction for destruction’s sake.
Oh, but he loves watching the people squirm in agony, choking on the soil and dust that coats silenced lungs, crawling through a lifeless plain as their hearts are shredded, engulfed, overtaken. He smiles, almost joyous as he watches their charred fingers reach forward, voices suffocating in desperation, parched throats rasping in one last, futile attempt at escape.
Yes, this is his life, restricted, cursed. Darkness is his opiate, his raison d'être, and whether he is strangling a pride of lions or shrouding peaceful islands in a dark miasma, it brings emotion to his heart.
Power, dominance, and wickedness are emotions, after all.
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Date: 2009-07-09 04:38 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-07-09 05:22 pm (UTC)I think I need to add this to mems because it will surely require more readings in the future :)
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Date: 2009-07-10 05:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-09 08:11 pm (UTC)I read this last night but I was so tired that I forgot to comment, and my internet had died anyways.
But anyway, auuugh.
This is great because he knows. He's not like some villains who sit around doing what they're doing because they think they're right. He knows exactly how far into darkness he is. Frigging awesome.
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Date: 2009-07-10 05:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-22 03:29 pm (UTC)Chilling...also one of the best sentences ever. Seriously. :)