Ficlet // D.Gray-man // china dolls
Focus: Kanda
Genres: Introspection, dark
Rating: T
Wordcount: 221
Prompt: frail
Summary: The longest swansong.
Notes: For questofdreams, drabble request post 9/28/09.
china dolls
Dawn draws near, and Mugen sings wildly as it dances.
Kanda is past exhaustion. His human body, though less frail than most, is still mortal, still limited. It is the Innocence which keeps him going now, swinging itself, carrying his body behind itself when his feet forget how to walk.
It is the last battle. There is no reason to save anything for later.
Past the walls of enemies on either side, he can see his comrades fighting for their lives and the future of those they love. Allen is incandescent, a white scything light in the dark. Linali is stained with blood and smiling-- she has been a little mad for some time now. Lavi laughs and weeps at the same time as he brings down fire and ice from heaven upon their foes. In the shadows, Miranda curls around her weapon and prays to God. Crowley, as always, has no need for God.
They are all like china dolls, trying to cut the enemy with their sharp breaking edges.
There is a dark place inside him where he hopes to shatter first, so he won't have to watch the rest of the ending, but around his feet lotus blossoms whirl and drift like snow and keep him safe while his comrades bleed.
He will be the last to fall.
X.x.X
Genres: Introspection, dark
Rating: T
Wordcount: 221
Prompt: frail
Summary: The longest swansong.
Notes: For questofdreams, drabble request post 9/28/09.
china dolls
Dawn draws near, and Mugen sings wildly as it dances.
Kanda is past exhaustion. His human body, though less frail than most, is still mortal, still limited. It is the Innocence which keeps him going now, swinging itself, carrying his body behind itself when his feet forget how to walk.
It is the last battle. There is no reason to save anything for later.
Past the walls of enemies on either side, he can see his comrades fighting for their lives and the future of those they love. Allen is incandescent, a white scything light in the dark. Linali is stained with blood and smiling-- she has been a little mad for some time now. Lavi laughs and weeps at the same time as he brings down fire and ice from heaven upon their foes. In the shadows, Miranda curls around her weapon and prays to God. Crowley, as always, has no need for God.
They are all like china dolls, trying to cut the enemy with their sharp breaking edges.
There is a dark place inside him where he hopes to shatter first, so he won't have to watch the rest of the ending, but around his feet lotus blossoms whirl and drift like snow and keep him safe while his comrades bleed.
He will be the last to fall.
X.x.X