Challenge [263]
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kh_drabbleChallenge: #263- Bad Guys
Title: Fairytales
Word Count: 598
Notes: Just a plot bunny that bit and wouldn't let go.
Now that the Keybrat was here, Naminé had to be watched at all times, even when they assumed ‘twas night (because it wasn’t like you could tell here). Tonight, Larxene had drawn the short straw and was stuck here, watching the witchling draw.
And then, soon enough, it was Naminé’s bedtime, or at least the time at which she wanted to go to sleep, which was much the same thing. She gathered up all her crayons into a little pile then closed her sketchbook and laid it on the desk. Then she spoke, a rarity as far as Larxene was concerned.
“Larxene?” the witchling said nervously. “Um… Axel… he tells me bedtime stories.” She looked away as Larxene raised one eyebrow, then Naminé scurried over to the presumed safety of her little pallet.
Axel’d always had a soft spot for the witchling, so it wasn’t much of a surprise that he told her stories. What was surprising was that she was suddenly confiding this to Larxene. “What of it?” she snapped.
“Well… um… could you tell me a story?” Naminé asked hopefully, drawing the covers up to her chin. “To help me sleep?” She didn’t look over at Larxene again, presumably afraid of what she would see in her face.
“Why would I want to do that?” Larxene replied. The girl was only still ‘alive’ because she could rearrange or destroy Sora’s memories- whether or not she was happy, because she was scared of what her keepers would do to her if she disobeyed (even though she was a Nobody and really not supposed to be able to feel).
“Never mind,” Naminé murmured, rolling onto her side and closing her eyes. She looked so alone, so vulnerable curled up there like that, Larxene thought. It was almost like Aerlen had been. Somehow this… softened something inside her.
She sighed. “Fine. But don’t expect me to make a habit of this, ‘cause I won’t.” She grabbed the chair from Naminé’s desk and pulled it over to the pallet.
Naminé’s head shot up. She obviously hadn’t expected Larxene to agree to her request (which prompted the question of why she had asked in the first place). “Oh, thank you!”
“Yeah, yeah. What’s Axel generally talk about?” Xaldin had told Aerlen stories once upon a time, but that had been before she lost her heart again, and Larxene wasn’t sure if she remembered.
“He calls them fairytales.” Naminé was quick to answer, possibly fearing that if she took too long Larxene would change her mind.
Fairytales, huh? She remembered a short story Xaldin had told her once. “Okay, squirt, close your eyes and try to sleep.” For some reason, Naminé just reminded her too much of who she had been, so quick to obey and desperate to be needed. “Once upon a time, there was a world called Nell, where everyone was magic…”
Several minutes later, the story was over, the dragon was dead, and the princess was saved. Naminé opened one eye to peer up at Larxene. “For… for a bad guy, you’re not that bad,” she murmured sleepily.
Larxene frowned. “Don’t tell that to the others, I’ve got a reputation to keep. And don’t be expecting this all the time, brat.” She still wasn’t sure what had made her give in tonight, after all.
“Why are you the bad guys?” Naminé asked, curling herself into a little ball and shutting her eyes again. “If you’re nice like this sometimes.”
Pushing the chair away roughly, Larxene stood and walked away. “Because the good guys don’t try to destroy the worlds."
Title: Fairytales
Word Count: 598
Notes: Just a plot bunny that bit and wouldn't let go.
Now that the Keybrat was here, Naminé had to be watched at all times, even when they assumed ‘twas night (because it wasn’t like you could tell here). Tonight, Larxene had drawn the short straw and was stuck here, watching the witchling draw.
And then, soon enough, it was Naminé’s bedtime, or at least the time at which she wanted to go to sleep, which was much the same thing. She gathered up all her crayons into a little pile then closed her sketchbook and laid it on the desk. Then she spoke, a rarity as far as Larxene was concerned.
“Larxene?” the witchling said nervously. “Um… Axel… he tells me bedtime stories.” She looked away as Larxene raised one eyebrow, then Naminé scurried over to the presumed safety of her little pallet.
Axel’d always had a soft spot for the witchling, so it wasn’t much of a surprise that he told her stories. What was surprising was that she was suddenly confiding this to Larxene. “What of it?” she snapped.
“Well… um… could you tell me a story?” Naminé asked hopefully, drawing the covers up to her chin. “To help me sleep?” She didn’t look over at Larxene again, presumably afraid of what she would see in her face.
“Why would I want to do that?” Larxene replied. The girl was only still ‘alive’ because she could rearrange or destroy Sora’s memories- whether or not she was happy, because she was scared of what her keepers would do to her if she disobeyed (even though she was a Nobody and really not supposed to be able to feel).
“Never mind,” Naminé murmured, rolling onto her side and closing her eyes. She looked so alone, so vulnerable curled up there like that, Larxene thought. It was almost like Aerlen had been. Somehow this… softened something inside her.
She sighed. “Fine. But don’t expect me to make a habit of this, ‘cause I won’t.” She grabbed the chair from Naminé’s desk and pulled it over to the pallet.
Naminé’s head shot up. She obviously hadn’t expected Larxene to agree to her request (which prompted the question of why she had asked in the first place). “Oh, thank you!”
“Yeah, yeah. What’s Axel generally talk about?” Xaldin had told Aerlen stories once upon a time, but that had been before she lost her heart again, and Larxene wasn’t sure if she remembered.
“He calls them fairytales.” Naminé was quick to answer, possibly fearing that if she took too long Larxene would change her mind.
Fairytales, huh? She remembered a short story Xaldin had told her once. “Okay, squirt, close your eyes and try to sleep.” For some reason, Naminé just reminded her too much of who she had been, so quick to obey and desperate to be needed. “Once upon a time, there was a world called Nell, where everyone was magic…”
Several minutes later, the story was over, the dragon was dead, and the princess was saved. Naminé opened one eye to peer up at Larxene. “For… for a bad guy, you’re not that bad,” she murmured sleepily.
Larxene frowned. “Don’t tell that to the others, I’ve got a reputation to keep. And don’t be expecting this all the time, brat.” She still wasn’t sure what had made her give in tonight, after all.
“Why are you the bad guys?” Naminé asked, curling herself into a little ball and shutting her eyes again. “If you’re nice like this sometimes.”
Pushing the chair away roughly, Larxene stood and walked away. “Because the good guys don’t try to destroy the worlds."
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Date: 2011-05-29 10:07 pm (UTC)(in addition your lj-cut seems to be a little broken. :/ and i'd also suggest adding full line breaks between your paragraphs - it's very difficult to read as a block of text.)
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Date: 2011-05-30 08:30 am (UTC)Shucks, I lack a good avvie to use when I actually like something. So here's Pikaxas instead.