Beneath the Watchful Moon
Title: Beneath the Watchful Moon
Word Count: 205
Characters: Kairi, Saix (implied Saix/Kairi)
Notes: Very badly implied Non!con, un-beta'd piece, started because there's a song by Secondhand Serenade that slapped me in the face and went "h'oh shit, Saix/Kairi." Link to follow when I get home.
Kairi wakes in the middle of the night (on the full moon, always on the full moon) knowing without a doubt that she could have saved Saix if she had really tried. She should have saved him. It wouldn’t have been very hard, he had only wanted to be real. All she had to do was let him in (lapping at the pulse point in her neck) open her heart (hand sliding beneath the hem of her dress) think a little harder about how to give back (he took, he took so much.) He never meant to hurt her (if she says it enough, it’ll be true.)
Only, she had been too afraid, hadn’t she? She had been too wrapped up in the cold of the cell and the stench of darkness clinging to everything like a (pulse) second skin. She was supposed to be a princess of heart, pure and light and good. She could have saved him, if she had really thought about it. If she had been a little kinder, a little more bright, she could have saved him.
The moon watches her through the window, silent, cold, and accusing as she sucks in air and tries to calm her racing heart.
Word Count: 205
Characters: Kairi, Saix (implied Saix/Kairi)
Notes: Very badly implied Non!con, un-beta'd piece, started because there's a song by Secondhand Serenade that slapped me in the face and went "h'oh shit, Saix/Kairi." Link to follow when I get home.
Kairi wakes in the middle of the night (on the full moon, always on the full moon) knowing without a doubt that she could have saved Saix if she had really tried. She should have saved him. It wouldn’t have been very hard, he had only wanted to be real. All she had to do was let him in (lapping at the pulse point in her neck) open her heart (hand sliding beneath the hem of her dress) think a little harder about how to give back (he took, he took so much.) He never meant to hurt her (if she says it enough, it’ll be true.)
Only, she had been too afraid, hadn’t she? She had been too wrapped up in the cold of the cell and the stench of darkness clinging to everything like a (pulse) second skin. She was supposed to be a princess of heart, pure and light and good. She could have saved him, if she had really thought about it. If she had been a little kinder, a little more bright, she could have saved him.
The moon watches her through the window, silent, cold, and accusing as she sucks in air and tries to calm her racing heart.