kh_drabble | Non Challange

This is from the challance before last, but I didn't get around to writing it until now. I think it came out pretty well, so hopefully someone besides me will enjoy it.

Prompt: Disquiet

Word Count: 295

“You should get rid of the boy.”

Maleficent raised a graceful eyebrow at the sorcerer. “Jumping at shadows again, Jafar?”

“Hardly,” Jafar wrapped his boney fingers around his staff.

He was, of course, correct in this. The boy was no shadow. He was flesh and blood and beating heart, which was perhaps the most disturbing thing about him. Anyone else would have long ago lost himself and dissolved into ravenous empty hunger, skidding mindlessly through the darkness, seeking endlessly to sate the insatiable.

But not Riku.

This was, of course, why she would not be getting rid of the boy.

“Your fears are… quaint,” she drawled, knowing that pride was ever waiting to send the sorcerer sprawling. “The boy will serve his purpose and most likely be lost in the process. There will be nothing left of him to fear when this is over.”

“And if he isn’t lost?” Jafar was unruffled, apparently still feeling he had the upper hand in the conversation.

“Then I will have a new pet,” Maleficent replied airily.

“As you wish, Maleficent,” Jafar’s voice oozed with insincerity; he did not believe the witch capable of keeping the boy.

“Of course,” Maleficent did not watch the sorcerer as he walked away.

It was only after the footsteps had faded that she allowed herself to look. She could see the boy through the window, sitting on the balcony railing, staring listlessly at the empty sky. He was unaware of how brightly he stood out against the backdrop of the dying world, like the last star before the pre-dawn darkness.

Disquiet rippled at the edges of the witch’s awareness, but she refused to acknowledge it. She was, after all, the great Maleficent, and no mere boy would ever be a threat to her.