[217] Letting Go
Challenge: [217] Letting Go
Title: These Things
Word Count: 219
Spoilers: Days, BBS
Notes: Not entirely happy with this piece, so concrit very much encouraged! I also seem to be writing a lot about these characters lately...
Summary: Because some memories survive anything- whether for better or worse.
Even after everything else- home, family, name, heart- has been ripped away, even then there are some things he cannot, will not, relinquish. These things stay tucked deep inside his mind, as clear after this eternity as when they had first just happened: the sound of a laugh as it echoes down the street; the soft weight of an arm slung around the shoulders of another; the rhythm of footsteps perfectly in time; secret smiles shared as the sun sets. The times and situations are ever changing, but the two figures populating them are ever the same- two boys bound together throughout life (and, so it would seem, beyond it too).
These are the things he holds close even as he strides into this new (non)existence as a different person. These are the things he sees reflected in the eyes of another who saw it all first hand too. These are the things he whispers about in deserted corridors and abandoned rooms, recalling a loyalty that he knows exists, even if it can’t be felt, even if only one will act for it.
These are the things that strangle the “no” in Axel’s throat before he can even think to voice it. These are the things that Saïx smiles about to himself as the path is cleared before him.
Title: These Things
Word Count: 219
Spoilers: Days, BBS
Notes: Not entirely happy with this piece, so concrit very much encouraged! I also seem to be writing a lot about these characters lately...
Summary: Because some memories survive anything- whether for better or worse.
Even after everything else- home, family, name, heart- has been ripped away, even then there are some things he cannot, will not, relinquish. These things stay tucked deep inside his mind, as clear after this eternity as when they had first just happened: the sound of a laugh as it echoes down the street; the soft weight of an arm slung around the shoulders of another; the rhythm of footsteps perfectly in time; secret smiles shared as the sun sets. The times and situations are ever changing, but the two figures populating them are ever the same- two boys bound together throughout life (and, so it would seem, beyond it too).
These are the things he holds close even as he strides into this new (non)existence as a different person. These are the things he sees reflected in the eyes of another who saw it all first hand too. These are the things he whispers about in deserted corridors and abandoned rooms, recalling a loyalty that he knows exists, even if it can’t be felt, even if only one will act for it.
These are the things that strangle the “no” in Axel’s throat before he can even think to voice it. These are the things that Saïx smiles about to himself as the path is cleared before him.