challenge [249] candlelight
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kh_drabbleChallenge [249]: Candlelight
Title: Longest Night
Word Count: 200
Spoilers: Umm. 358/2 Days. Yes. Very vague, though.
Notes: A bit melancholic, you know, like I write. :P Axel/Xion.
Longest Night
There is a thing that glows, she thinks, though she can't really give it a name. Something behind his eyes, something like memories, like touching the flames and pulling your fingers away because you now know the meaning of 'hot' -- coals of emotion, embers of feeling. Maybe all those things, and maybe none of them. She doesn't know what she sees, not exactly.
He stares at her, at her newness, her frail frame shaking and collapsing and wonders how long it'll last. How long will her construction hold up to the paces it's being put through? There's just one more fight left in her, he thinks. Just one, and then she'll fade away. She'll be gone by morning.
Her hands struggle against his, fingers flickering pale under the light of the strangest moon. Tonight is the longest night in some worlds, he tells her, voice barely a tickle in her ear. Tonight they light candles and pray for the safe return of the sun, wish and hope with all their little hearts (and his voice is a hiss like hot stone) that their lives will continue tomorrow, unbroken by the darkness.
And she thinks, we're hoping for that, too.
Title: Longest Night
Word Count: 200
Spoilers: Umm. 358/2 Days. Yes. Very vague, though.
Notes: A bit melancholic, you know, like I write. :P Axel/Xion.
Longest Night
There is a thing that glows, she thinks, though she can't really give it a name. Something behind his eyes, something like memories, like touching the flames and pulling your fingers away because you now know the meaning of 'hot' -- coals of emotion, embers of feeling. Maybe all those things, and maybe none of them. She doesn't know what she sees, not exactly.
He stares at her, at her newness, her frail frame shaking and collapsing and wonders how long it'll last. How long will her construction hold up to the paces it's being put through? There's just one more fight left in her, he thinks. Just one, and then she'll fade away. She'll be gone by morning.
Her hands struggle against his, fingers flickering pale under the light of the strangest moon. Tonight is the longest night in some worlds, he tells her, voice barely a tickle in her ear. Tonight they light candles and pray for the safe return of the sun, wish and hope with all their little hearts (and his voice is a hiss like hot stone) that their lives will continue tomorrow, unbroken by the darkness.
And she thinks, we're hoping for that, too.
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Date: 2010-12-21 10:31 pm (UTC)This. what can I say about this that does not devolve into shameless fangirl keybashing? This was lovely and shivery and perfectly axel and xion and the end line killed me ded in the best way possible.
♥ so, so glad you wrote this :D
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Date: 2010-12-22 09:54 pm (UTC)lovely writing, lovely content and the fact that it's axel/xion: ♥♥