Ok, let's say that I can safely begin to fake, I now had a purpose in life! *-* Theoretically, this fic I've already written 3 / 4 days ago, a few hours before I could think of joining in bdt, so it happens just a bean! X3
Write 6 in the morning helps a lot my first angst ... then, well, get ready to face a rather Zexy emo. u_u
Title: for you
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Torque: Zexion / Demyx Prompt
: 073. light
Rating: G
say that its smell was overwhelming would be an understatement, to say that it would take me to insanity, however, merely a fact. It had the flavor stinging sea water, mixed with the sweet scent of vanilla: a unique mixture is completely different from anyone else. If the smell to accompany any member of the aftertaste was almost nauseating remarked that the constant presence of darkness, with Demyx was a different story: every step, every laugh, every word left behind a trace of something so pure and intangible as to be almost suffocating. Something that constantly drew the scent of innocence, something that did not belong anywhere near to our world.
And this was what I dragged into the abyss of exasperation: he had something that I was missing. No matter how desperately I tried to get it, because I had not been anything but that stupid kid who had given to his own heart of darkness and now he had to deal with the unbearable smell of desperation everywhere I went.
But he, he no . And it continued to haunt me: Why, why him, in the midst of the abyss of confusion and skepticism, was able to see, touch that light which we had been denied?
I found the answer myself, at my expense. Because when I proposed to give an explanation for everything, I found myself immersed in the distorted spiral of emotions and feelings that, in reality, none of us should have been able to prove. Why looking into his eyes the first time, the whole world stopped for me to drown in her eyes the color of the ocean. Why
mumbling my name, with his breath on her neck, was all I needed.
Why, for a moment, I really believed it could be my light.
Instead, that night when I had embraced, in an almost desperate, I realized that he had found the answer so I tried: even he was able to reach light, and so desperately clung to behave as if we were successful. And I had made was perhaps most distressing, because I found myself thinking that he, more than anyone, deserved to get back everything that had been removed. Why
for him I would give my life, but she would never be enough, because what he needed was that heart that I could never get back: and, ironically, I almost thanked him for not having one, because, otherwise, I'm afraid I would break at the exact moment when I came to that conclusion.
And this was what I dragged into the abyss of exasperation: he had something that I was missing. No matter how desperately I tried to get it, because I had not been anything but that stupid kid who had given to his own heart of darkness and now he had to deal with the unbearable smell of desperation everywhere I went.
But he, he no . And it continued to haunt me: Why, why him, in the midst of the abyss of confusion and skepticism, was able to see, touch that light which we had been denied?
I found the answer myself, at my expense. Because when I proposed to give an explanation for everything, I found myself immersed in the distorted spiral of emotions and feelings that, in reality, none of us should have been able to prove. Why looking into his eyes the first time, the whole world stopped for me to drown in her eyes the color of the ocean. Why
mumbling my name, with his breath on her neck, was all I needed.
Why, for a moment, I really believed it could be my light.
Instead, that night when I had embraced, in an almost desperate, I realized that he had found the answer so I tried: even he was able to reach light, and so desperately clung to behave as if we were successful. And I had made was perhaps most distressing, because I found myself thinking that he, more than anyone, deserved to get back everything that had been removed. Why
for him I would give my life, but she would never be enough, because what he needed was that heart that I could never get back: and, ironically, I almost thanked him for not having one, because, otherwise, I'm afraid I would break at the exact moment when I came to that conclusion.
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