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kh_drabblechallenge: [230]
title: beholder
word count: 197
notes: it's been a while! ha. this was fun to write - i love the prompt this week :)
Sora and his friends were asleep, and Namine had accepted the blame a long time ago. But sometimes, when everything else was still...she could hear a faint vibration. The thrumming electricity that sustained the pods whispered in long, hot afternoons, and she knew she heard Sora’s voice in the buzz. He said he remembered everything, and that he wasn’t mad.
The electricity fueling the pods overloaded sometimes, and when that happened, water pattered down from the overhead pipes to the basement floor in almost regular time. DiZ enjoyed the drips as much as he could enjoy anything. It seemed to him, that it was the four heroes murmuring, assuring him that they could, they would avenge him.
The same pipe-water would bubble from the fountain into the overgrown garden, and dribble into the dirt. It evaporated with a hiss, and Ansem heard an accusation in the dry whisper – you, it started with you, why did you cause all this, why, why…
They would have sworn they heard his voice, but Sora was asleep, and neither he nor his companions dreamed of anything but stars and space. The mansion’s shakes and sounds were only white noise, interpreted to signify desired, personal, and imaginary – meaningless - meanings.
title: beholder
word count: 197
notes: it's been a while! ha. this was fun to write - i love the prompt this week :)
Sora and his friends were asleep, and Namine had accepted the blame a long time ago. But sometimes, when everything else was still...she could hear a faint vibration. The thrumming electricity that sustained the pods whispered in long, hot afternoons, and she knew she heard Sora’s voice in the buzz. He said he remembered everything, and that he wasn’t mad.
The electricity fueling the pods overloaded sometimes, and when that happened, water pattered down from the overhead pipes to the basement floor in almost regular time. DiZ enjoyed the drips as much as he could enjoy anything. It seemed to him, that it was the four heroes murmuring, assuring him that they could, they would avenge him.
The same pipe-water would bubble from the fountain into the overgrown garden, and dribble into the dirt. It evaporated with a hiss, and Ansem heard an accusation in the dry whisper – you, it started with you, why did you cause all this, why, why…
They would have sworn they heard his voice, but Sora was asleep, and neither he nor his companions dreamed of anything but stars and space. The mansion’s shakes and sounds were only white noise, interpreted to signify desired, personal, and imaginary – meaningless - meanings.
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