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kh_drabbleHello all, first time poster long time drabbler, here. XD
So, here goes nothing...
Challenge: Moonlight Battles
Title: 'Dual'
Word Count: 350
Notes: AU timeline and situation
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He’s out there, bathed in moonlight and starlight, swinging that blade like his life depended on it. Or perhaps the life of others. One other. But there’s nothing and no one to defend now. The arena is empty save for him, the vacant stands the only witnesses of this battle.
A battle with an invisible opponent, he’s only fighting himself. The sandy ground surges forward, spraying grains all around as he dives, glides, slides, saving himself from the unseen attacks. He never pauses, knowing that only a second of hesitation could be his undoing. His opponent is as fierce and as skilled as he is, the perfect match, and he will never underestimate an adversary again.
The blade doesn’t glint in the moonlight, the dark winged shape of it absorbs light rather than reflect it, and he likes it that way. He thinks it’s a good analogy for himself: always trying to lure the light to him, wanting it for himself so no one else could have it. And nothing attracts light better than sheer darkness.
He calls a truce now, drawing his blade back, gently resting on his shoulder. His opponent sneers at him from the depths of his mind; it wants him to keep fighting and stop musing about analogies, light and desires. And perhaps his challenger is right… His desires were –and still are- his only weaknesses.
He bows his head to stare at his feet, silvery hair falling messily around his face. His mind wanders, stomping down the jeers of his opponent. His light, the only one he wishes to have, is coming here tomorrow and they’ll probably meet on this very arena. He’ll swing with his dark blade and the other will parry with his gleaming keyblade. Like before. Like always.
His current contender prods him into action again and he assumes a battle stance, pausing there before launching into a flurry of attacks and blocks which both know very well. He’s only fighting himself, after all. Possibly, this time he can even defeat himself before others do. Tame his darkness and obtain his light.
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So, here goes nothing...
Challenge: Moonlight Battles
Title: 'Dual'
Word Count: 350
Notes: AU timeline and situation
·§·§·§·
He’s out there, bathed in moonlight and starlight, swinging that blade like his life depended on it. Or perhaps the life of others. One other. But there’s nothing and no one to defend now. The arena is empty save for him, the vacant stands the only witnesses of this battle.
A battle with an invisible opponent, he’s only fighting himself. The sandy ground surges forward, spraying grains all around as he dives, glides, slides, saving himself from the unseen attacks. He never pauses, knowing that only a second of hesitation could be his undoing. His opponent is as fierce and as skilled as he is, the perfect match, and he will never underestimate an adversary again.
The blade doesn’t glint in the moonlight, the dark winged shape of it absorbs light rather than reflect it, and he likes it that way. He thinks it’s a good analogy for himself: always trying to lure the light to him, wanting it for himself so no one else could have it. And nothing attracts light better than sheer darkness.
He calls a truce now, drawing his blade back, gently resting on his shoulder. His opponent sneers at him from the depths of his mind; it wants him to keep fighting and stop musing about analogies, light and desires. And perhaps his challenger is right… His desires were –and still are- his only weaknesses.
He bows his head to stare at his feet, silvery hair falling messily around his face. His mind wanders, stomping down the jeers of his opponent. His light, the only one he wishes to have, is coming here tomorrow and they’ll probably meet on this very arena. He’ll swing with his dark blade and the other will parry with his gleaming keyblade. Like before. Like always.
His current contender prods him into action again and he assumes a battle stance, pausing there before launching into a flurry of attacks and blocks which both know very well. He’s only fighting himself, after all. Possibly, this time he can even defeat himself before others do. Tame his darkness and obtain his light.
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Date: 2005-05-31 09:44 am (UTC)