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#014; mummifiedmutant
Title: Illustrate.
Prompt: 10pastryhearts; O T H E R S I D E -- SOMBER.
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts.
Characters: Kairi, Naminé.
Word Count: 381.
Rating: PG.
Author's Notes: I'm actually pretty proud of this one, but I can't help feeling it's a bit... cheesy, for lack of a better word :/
Sit down; take a load off; let your creativity soar.
Kairi loves to write. Pen to paper -write- no matter where she may be. She loves to create-- let's start with the dramatic conflict, and then finish with the happily ever after. But even though she loves such things, she's always hesitant in what she does. Because she just can't see it, not as vividly as a picture of a thousand words.
She doesn't know what happens, but that all changes once she's back from her adventures past the splash of the ocean and the warmth of Destiny Islands.
Soon her words are accompanied by the pictures she seeks. They detail the trees with leaf after specific leaf, the characters with their smiles and their hair and the complex way in which each of their fingers move against the wind. Kairi can see it all, and she embraces these illustrations by creating as they appear to her...
Only when she sits back to observe the words these images convey does she realize something may be wrong.
What she doesn't see is colour, of bright days with a smiling sun to claim the sky. No, what she sees is meek, sad, an uncheerful society plagued by the terror of betrayal and disaster. In the centre, there's always a young girl or boy growing up in such a world, giving into the beliefs of those around them. Sometimes, sometimes, there isn't even a happy ending. Such a fact worries Kairi. Everyone deserves a happy ending, especially those who are innocent of the wrongs they are accused. Like those in these stories.
One day, she lies back and stares at the ceiling. Her pencil shifts between her fingers, writing gibberish against the air. She sighs, breathes in, closes her eyes. "Didn't you have a happy ending...?" she asks her muse, trying desperately to form the one picture she needs more than anything.
Hours pass and the sun finally sets, but she doesn't have anything but words; whispers in her ear. "It doesn't matter. All that matters is that you got yours."
Kairi frowns, drifting into a sleep of dreams laced with forced-upon happiness. She repeats, over and over again, "it matters. Everyone deserves a happy ending..."
But she's only met with a sad silence.
Prompt: 10pastryhearts; O T H E R S I D E -- SOMBER.
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts.
Characters: Kairi, Naminé.
Word Count: 381.
Rating: PG.
Author's Notes: I'm actually pretty proud of this one, but I can't help feeling it's a bit... cheesy, for lack of a better word :/
Sit down; take a load off; let your creativity soar.
Kairi loves to write. Pen to paper -write- no matter where she may be. She loves to create-- let's start with the dramatic conflict, and then finish with the happily ever after. But even though she loves such things, she's always hesitant in what she does. Because she just can't see it, not as vividly as a picture of a thousand words.
She doesn't know what happens, but that all changes once she's back from her adventures past the splash of the ocean and the warmth of Destiny Islands.
Soon her words are accompanied by the pictures she seeks. They detail the trees with leaf after specific leaf, the characters with their smiles and their hair and the complex way in which each of their fingers move against the wind. Kairi can see it all, and she embraces these illustrations by creating as they appear to her...
Only when she sits back to observe the words these images convey does she realize something may be wrong.
What she doesn't see is colour, of bright days with a smiling sun to claim the sky. No, what she sees is meek, sad, an uncheerful society plagued by the terror of betrayal and disaster. In the centre, there's always a young girl or boy growing up in such a world, giving into the beliefs of those around them. Sometimes, sometimes, there isn't even a happy ending. Such a fact worries Kairi. Everyone deserves a happy ending, especially those who are innocent of the wrongs they are accused. Like those in these stories.
One day, she lies back and stares at the ceiling. Her pencil shifts between her fingers, writing gibberish against the air. She sighs, breathes in, closes her eyes. "Didn't you have a happy ending...?" she asks her muse, trying desperately to form the one picture she needs more than anything.
Hours pass and the sun finally sets, but she doesn't have anything but words; whispers in her ear. "It doesn't matter. All that matters is that you got yours."
Kairi frowns, drifting into a sleep of dreams laced with forced-upon happiness. She repeats, over and over again, "it matters. Everyone deserves a happy ending..."
But she's only met with a sad silence.