Those Lacking Conscience [challenge 206]

[yo-yo-san.livejournal.com]

Challenge [206]: Storm
Title: Those Lacking Conscience
Wordcount: 417, spread through three sections
Rating: Oh, geez. PG-13? Maybe.
Notes: This is all about death and killin'. Not much in the way of details, though. Maybe a little creepy? Organization introspect fic ahoy.


Those lacking conscience:

I: Xaldin, the beast in a cage of wind

He is methodical and exact in everything he does. When fighting, he takes advantage of the swirling currents of air to send a spear (or two, or three. He doesn't mind a little unfair in his war) at an unwary back; takes careful note of the terrain and won't stand and fight until he's sure his opponent is in a weaker position. His hands never tremble, his shoulders never shake. He is sure and powerful and in control.

What he loves, what raises the storm in his blood, is to watch others lose control -- it brings a catch to his breath to see dreams shattering while he stands behind and whispers the wind through the cracks in the walls. He wants, and wants in the most carnal of ways, to watch as love sours and care festers.

He is a perverse man, and knows it, and does not care.

II: Larxene, savage in so many ways

There is a glory in fighting, in killing, in the electric sound of flashing blades shearing away another life, that she has never found anywhere else. She speeds through her battles, sinking daggers deep into tender throats, smiling as the blood jets over her fingers; setting another victim jerking in a violated dance of lightning-seared flesh.

There is no room for doubt in her mind that this life is the superior one. She doesn't like to remember before. This is all there is. This is all she wants. The silence of the castle leaves her too much room to think, and so she leaves so she doesn't have to.

She laughs exultantly as the bodies fall around her like so many broken dolls. This is what she loves best.

III: Demyx, the boy who didn't care

Drowning, he thinks, is sweet. He doesn't really like to fight, but seeing a life slowly draining out in a stream of little bubbles is pretty, almost worth the irritation of not right-now-and-all-the-time strumming his beloved sitar. He's got a name for her, because instruments are usually girls (not always, there might've been a guitar he sort-of remembers that he's pretty sure was named "Charlie", but that could be a girl's name so who knows?)

He's glad, after a fashion, that water is his element to control, that he can make pretty dancing girls to amuse himself with, and that those girls can also be deadly, can lose their forms and wash over people and buildings and animals and he never has to get his hands dirty. They just ...die.

And then he can return to his music, which is all he really wants.

Comments

[kaos-sparrow.livejournal.com]

Well, I'm creeped. In a good way. Demyx is creepiest, I think.

[yo-yo-san.livejournal.com]

Thank you! ^_^! Glad to know that the creepy was successful. :}

[iki-teru.livejournal.com]

I completely agree with kaos_sparrow, completely creeped. But in a good way.

There is no room for doubt in her mind that this life is the superior one. this line gave me chills, and everything with Demyx just cemented the chills into place.

[yo-yo-san.livejournal.com]

Yaa~. I really like writing about her, even though I often forget how much fun it can be. :D And 358/2 is really giving me a more rounded view of Demyx's attitude. O_O

(I guess...the idea behind this was a short commentary on the three who most seem to enjoy being Nobodies. O__O)

[syvia.livejournal.com]

Daaaaaaayum~. :3

Love to the deadly black-coated menaces. Well done.

[yo-yo-san.livejournal.com]

<3 Thank youuu~~!

[spoke.livejournal.com]

ooooh wow. I think I am mostly speechless, have some purring instead!

Although Demyx does make me twitch, because just. Yikes. 'A stream of little bubbles is pretty' is really quite creepy, as is the line about never getting his hands dirty.

[yo-yo-san.livejournal.com]

Eee~! Thank you! I much appreciate the purr. <3

And yesss...that was was pretty much where I started his bit from -- the image of him standing back, almost not even looking, with a person in a bubble of water, drowning slowly. GAH. ^___^;;;

[lettersandliars.livejournal.com]

This is all there is. This is all she wants. YES. Oh my god, that is perfect, perfect Larxene. It's my head canon that she doesn't really care about getting her heart back, truth be told, she just enjoys killing, which makes her terrifying, and it gives her a weird kind of innocence--she has no allies or motives, she does what pleases her, and what pleases her is hurting.

I like how you incorporated Xaldin's composure and self-awareness into this, it makes his part so much eerier. Like maybe being one of the contributors to your downfall gives you the insight to know what you're doing is wrong, but not the power to correct it?

Demyx's passivity is what makes him creepy, I think. I am so much more disturbed by his complete nonchalance than I am by Larxene's bloodlust, because she has to value death as at least an accomplishment on her part, or else she wouldn't enjoy it so much, whereas Demyx doesn't even blink. Guhhh.

Sorry for the spazzy comment, this fic just hit all the right buttons <3

[yo-yo-san.livejournal.com]

^_____^ Thank you thank you thank you for the comment. :D :D :D

It's really gratifying to read a response like this. <3 I'm so fond of writing the ones who just don't seem bothered, the ones who really want to be doing what -they- want to be doing, and kind of to heck with the overarching goals of the rest of the crew. >D

So YAY! Thank you! :D

[tabitha-dornoc.livejournal.com]

Guh. Ceci's been nudging me to this entry and it does not disappoint! This just has that feel of 'I've been picked over for hours and hours, trying to find the best words and images, and yes, I was an absolute bitch to write, hah' feel to it. I love the perspectives. I love the slightly twistedness of it all. I love that you can skim the comments and everyone has a favourite part - means you wrote a well weighted series. Personally, my favourite bit was this: He wants, and wants in the most carnal of ways, to watch as love sours and care festers. He is a perverse man, and knows it, and does not care. La! I just love your word choices throughout - so many delightful combinations to get caught in. Awesome. <3<3<3

[crimsoncookie.livejournal.com]

...that is also my favorite bit, incidentally. :3 ♥

[yo-yo-san.livejournal.com]

Thank you, you. <3 I should write moar Xaldin y/y? XD

[crimsoncookie.livejournal.com]

y/y/y/y/y~~!! ♥

[yo-yo-san.livejournal.com]

Aheeee~~~!!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 Thank you so much~~!

That sound you hear, that mysterious rumble? That's me in the corner by the fireplace purring. :3

I am full of glee and appreciation. <3

[darklight90.livejournal.com]

Gah, no words to describe how much I loved this! You have my vote ;)