[Challenge 246]: Stroke of Midnight
Title: Stroke of Midnight
Challenge: [246] Remembrance
Word Count: 260
Spoilers: slight, for the beginning of BBS
Notes: An interpretation of sorts, concerning D-Links.
stroke of midnight
When he is cornered in the breast of an unfamiliar world and the shadows emerge from their dwelling, he remembers a woman with tawny hair and rose lips.
He remembers blue eyes in constant pursuit of their dreams; wishes weaved from the twilight castle framed by her windowsill. He remembers sweeping down in a bow to see glass slippers smiling at him from under a lakewater dress. The words in her kind pitch flood his reverie; a surge of power engulfs his advance.
There is pink light and fairy dust and the unending power of dreams bursting on the tip of his glowing blade. It swings and spins through the enemies, the fingertips of a gentle woman guide his reflexes and teach his body what to do.
He imitates her grace, cleaving through smoky monsters like she glides across polished marble floor.
It is here that he feels that there is someone who understands him; that they each have their own similar ideals about immaculate princes and the strength to abandon darkness. That they are in sync and waltzing to the symphony of battle, accompanied by the strings of jaunts through artificial flesh and the bass of strikes upon the earth.
But the moment dissolves too soon, the orchestra wilts as the last of the Unversed shrivel and fade. The dance ends with the silence of his world.
And he is alone again.
The dance floor is gone; this is but a battlefield rife with death and mistakes.
And he is no more a prince, than he is a hero.