abyss drabble
The fact that I like, never post in this journal, and yet spam my more personal one almost every day kind of amuses me.
SO. TO ACTUALLY POST SOMETHING.
ABYSS DRABBLE.
Pre-game; back when Luke is still a kid.
Even in the dim light, I can still make out the terrified look on my charge's face; his eyes are opened wide, and he's trembling. He's looking straight into my eyes despite his obvious fear - that is something he would do; he's always been so damn stubborn about those kinds of things. He hasn't even tried pleading, like his father did - all he's done is mumbled my name almost constantly under his breath, like he thinks it'll bring me back to my senses. Even though father's sword is at his throat, he still isn’t backing away. He's brave, I'll give him that much.
But only because he's making killing him so much easier.
Grip tight on the hilt of my father's sword; I finally press the blade hard enough against the skin to draw blood, starting to rake it across his neck-
"Guy!" My eyes slowly blink open, and I try to take in the sight in front of me through the sleepy haze that waking up always entails. I recognize the voice, but didn't I-
... No, it must've just been a dream. It had to be.
After all, he's not dead yet.
(... I'd still love to play with this idea more. |D;;)
SO. TO ACTUALLY POST SOMETHING.
ABYSS DRABBLE.
Pre-game; back when Luke is still a kid.
Even in the dim light, I can still make out the terrified look on my charge's face; his eyes are opened wide, and he's trembling. He's looking straight into my eyes despite his obvious fear - that is something he would do; he's always been so damn stubborn about those kinds of things. He hasn't even tried pleading, like his father did - all he's done is mumbled my name almost constantly under his breath, like he thinks it'll bring me back to my senses. Even though father's sword is at his throat, he still isn’t backing away. He's brave, I'll give him that much.
But only because he's making killing him so much easier.
Grip tight on the hilt of my father's sword; I finally press the blade hard enough against the skin to draw blood, starting to rake it across his neck-
"Guy!" My eyes slowly blink open, and I try to take in the sight in front of me through the sleepy haze that waking up always entails. I recognize the voice, but didn't I-
... No, it must've just been a dream. It had to be.
After all, he's not dead yet.
(... I'd still love to play with this idea more. |D;;)