[non-challenge] Insomnia
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kh_drabbleChallenge: -non- (insomnia)
Title: Nothing like the sun.
Word Count: 220
Etc: Oh, HA. You know when I started this? Back in challenge 170, Insomnia. So...December of last year. I dug it out and dusted it off and decided to post it, 'cause Xemnas needs some (highly questionable) love. >D It's short and full of Xemnas doing what he does best -- pontificating. >D
Nothing like the sun.
Oh, the moon.
She floats above the castle, spinning slowly in the darkness, glittering through the constant rain -- the moon-that-is-not, growing each moment larger:
Kingdom Hearts.
His heart.
He doesn't sleep anymore, can't be sure that it's something he needs. It doesn't matter. He doesn't eat either, and when one of his (he doesn't know what to call them. [lackeys? cronies? compatriots? subsidiaries? subjects? subordinates? ...friends?] Nothing seems right, not now that she has been born.) comes to him, bows low enough that the chains of their coats clink and jangle along the floor, imparts some new piece of trivia, some scattered snippet of information that they think he might find interesting, it's all he can do to tear his eyes away from the moon, to nod, to smile as though he cares about their work.
Saïx is the only one he can bear to look at for very long, and it is only because his eyes are the same color, burned yellow-white by her precious glow.
He still has a dim awareness that his plans are going awry, that even the Diviner is slipping out of his grasp, but it matters little. The most important part has been fulfilled, his most prized possession hangs before him, his heart made real and true and living and whole again.
Title: Nothing like the sun.
Word Count: 220
Etc: Oh, HA. You know when I started this? Back in challenge 170, Insomnia. So...December of last year. I dug it out and dusted it off and decided to post it, 'cause Xemnas needs some (highly questionable) love. >D It's short and full of Xemnas doing what he does best -- pontificating. >D
Nothing like the sun.
Oh, the moon.
She floats above the castle, spinning slowly in the darkness, glittering through the constant rain -- the moon-that-is-not, growing each moment larger:
Kingdom Hearts.
His heart.
He doesn't sleep anymore, can't be sure that it's something he needs. It doesn't matter. He doesn't eat either, and when one of his (he doesn't know what to call them. [lackeys? cronies? compatriots? subsidiaries? subjects? subordinates? ...friends?] Nothing seems right, not now that she has been born.) comes to him, bows low enough that the chains of their coats clink and jangle along the floor, imparts some new piece of trivia, some scattered snippet of information that they think he might find interesting, it's all he can do to tear his eyes away from the moon, to nod, to smile as though he cares about their work.
Saïx is the only one he can bear to look at for very long, and it is only because his eyes are the same color, burned yellow-white by her precious glow.
He still has a dim awareness that his plans are going awry, that even the Diviner is slipping out of his grasp, but it matters little. The most important part has been fulfilled, his most prized possession hangs before him, his heart made real and true and living and whole again.
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Date: 2009-11-12 05:20 pm (UTC)Nothing seems right, not now that she has been
Is a nice bit, because it hints at Xemnas' once there humanity, and now Kingdom Hearts is there, he's slowly going... down and down.
Me + this = <3