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#001; jojobeans_kh01 & mummifiedmutant
Title: Lukewarm.
Prompt: 10pokes; 3. WITCHCRAFT.
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts.
Characters: Naminé, Riku Replica; mentions: Riku, Sora.
Word Count: 488.
Rating: PG.
Author's Notes: First joint!fic :) Hasn't got a title, although we're working on it. And, our claim hasn't been accepted as of yet. But that won't stop us xD ♥
A sketch.
Lined and colored and awe-ful in all ways - unflawed and transparent - perfect to replace the petty memories of the other, weaker, boy. It held passion; a magic - true, honest magic - that filled the mind and created an illusion so real that it truly became reality; and he admired her for it, more than she knew. She was a witch and he knew it - spells and trickery laced in her paper's canvas - and he couldn't bring himself to not be proud of the fact that he was her protector.
Naminé-- she didn't see it that way. He'd try to tell her whenever he could; whenever she looked at him with a tinge of sadness in her eyes, whenever she tried to hide herself behind a flow of dull blonde hair. I'd give my life for you, Naminé. Why do you try to pretend like that's not true~? He wanted to believe she smiled whenever he said that, but even if she did - smile, that is; with perfect young lips, soft and sugary sweet - he didn't see. Because she'd turn, and then it would be gone.
The drawings... they were a taboo more forlorn than even he could imagine - the spells she'd cast were more than just illusions - they were reality. He knew, to an extent, just what she did; but, fully, he hadn't even touched on how much of an influence she had on his memories. No-- not his memories, not his memories at all.
But he didn't know - he just didn't know her influence on him was much, much more than that. She had stolen his heart - as false and untrue and imperfect as it might have been - and given him hope; given him life. But more than that - past trivial things and illusionary visions - she pierced his heart; given him a reason, a purpose - a path to follow in life, no matter how false it might have been. And it tormented her - deep in her less and real soul - because she knew he loved her, and a lie was all she had to give back.
And when he would leave, retire for the night as she smiled her classic watery smile, she'd go right back to her pictures - the ones that he saw as reality. Back to editing and erasing and changing and manipulating - taking one boy's life story and bestowing it on another - revealing a moment of truth in her lies. And even though she knew this was wrong - the Replica had no right to the real Riku's memories; they were his to keep and cherish - she also knew there was nothing she could really do about it. And when you can't not do it, even when you're sure that its wrong--
--well, that is the worst kind of witchcraft.
Prompt: 10pokes; 3. WITCHCRAFT.
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts.
Characters: Naminé, Riku Replica; mentions: Riku, Sora.
Word Count: 488.
Rating: PG.
Author's Notes: First joint!fic :) Hasn't got a title, although we're working on it. And, our claim hasn't been accepted as of yet. But that won't stop us xD ♥
A sketch.
Lined and colored and awe-ful in all ways - unflawed and transparent - perfect to replace the petty memories of the other, weaker, boy. It held passion; a magic - true, honest magic - that filled the mind and created an illusion so real that it truly became reality; and he admired her for it, more than she knew. She was a witch and he knew it - spells and trickery laced in her paper's canvas - and he couldn't bring himself to not be proud of the fact that he was her protector.
Naminé-- she didn't see it that way. He'd try to tell her whenever he could; whenever she looked at him with a tinge of sadness in her eyes, whenever she tried to hide herself behind a flow of dull blonde hair. I'd give my life for you, Naminé. Why do you try to pretend like that's not true~? He wanted to believe she smiled whenever he said that, but even if she did - smile, that is; with perfect young lips, soft and sugary sweet - he didn't see. Because she'd turn, and then it would be gone.
The drawings... they were a taboo more forlorn than even he could imagine - the spells she'd cast were more than just illusions - they were reality. He knew, to an extent, just what she did; but, fully, he hadn't even touched on how much of an influence she had on his memories. No-- not his memories, not his memories at all.
But he didn't know - he just didn't know her influence on him was much, much more than that. She had stolen his heart - as false and untrue and imperfect as it might have been - and given him hope; given him life. But more than that - past trivial things and illusionary visions - she pierced his heart; given him a reason, a purpose - a path to follow in life, no matter how false it might have been. And it tormented her - deep in her less and real soul - because she knew he loved her, and a lie was all she had to give back.
And when he would leave, retire for the night as she smiled her classic watery smile, she'd go right back to her pictures - the ones that he saw as reality. Back to editing and erasing and changing and manipulating - taking one boy's life story and bestowing it on another - revealing a moment of truth in her lies. And even though she knew this was wrong - the Replica had no right to the real Riku's memories; they were his to keep and cherish - she also knew there was nothing she could really do about it. And when you can't not do it, even when you're sure that its wrong--
--well, that is the worst kind of witchcraft.