Prompts [ 1 ]

[dreamfleet]

These are just writing prompts for me to finish eventually. I'll tag them with the words in comments, because I am a dork. I guess other people can too if they want, any fandom or whatever. Uh. Uh, any length, from a sentence to a novel.

Aaaand~

Here we go!

An invasion of privacy
An outline/silhouette/print of a hand
Silvery lavender
Two people

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Having flowers raining down on you

[derauspuff]

It was an interesting feeling. Panting, gasping for breath, yet completely enraptured by the sight. Yeah, he was dead...but had be ever seen such a beautiful death?

Sora sunk to the floor, staring up as the pink petals rained down. A few touched his sweating face, soothing him oddly. It was over. He was dead. Larxene was dead too. It was done...hopefully.

Still panting, Sora thrust his Keyblade into the ground, using it to heave himself to his feet. The petals were fading now, just as their owner had. It was a fitting thing, he thought, at least the guy got a final hurrah... Even if he had stolen his memories and put him through this hell, he didn't think that he'd forget this death. It was elegant, touching, appealing...

He limped out of the room as the final petal graced the ground and disappeared into the darkness.

Something with wings you've never considered as having wings before 1 / 2

[dreamfleet]

It was generally accepted fact that going to Halloween Town meant you were allowed you change out of your coat, even if it did blend in with the locals just fine. Xemnas had muttered something about Xigbar and being annoying, when asked about the odd policy, and they'd all immediately understood and asked no further questions. That tended to happen when Xigbar was involved.

Demyx, of course, found this policy Absolutely Wonderfully Amazing, because it meant he got to use Special Magic to get a Cool Costume for an Equally Cool Holiday. Yes, the capitalization was, in fact, required, grammar be damned. Mostly because the policy was Massively Cool and it meant he got to bounce around as a dead-water-monster thingy and he didn't even have to wear the often-uncomfortable coat. Win-win, as far as the Nocturne was concerned

Something with wings you've never considered as having wings before 2 / 3

[dreamfleet]

It was a busy day and the castle was nearly empty, with pretty much all of them out on missions. Demyx himself hadn't been assigned yet, but he thought he was the only one until he'd arrived in the mission room only to find Zexion waiting for him.

Apparently even Saix was on a mission today, since the Schemer immediately beckoned him over. Demyx's stomach did a few flip-flops and he had to blink at least five times and swallow at least three before he summoned up the courage to heed that curt gesture.

"You're with me today," Zexion said before Demyx had even stopped walking. The blonde swore his guts would become professional gymnasts at this rate. He smiled his usual nervous grin and tried for a smooth laugh, but it came out more of a... squeaky lame whimpery giggle that Demyx really, really needed to work on if he was gonna get this whole suave thing across.

"O-okay." He eventually managed to squeak out, and flushed pink at the barely-concealed roll of a dark blue eye. Make that really, really, really needed to work on. "Um,

Something with wings you've never considered as having wings before 3 / 3

[dreamfleet]

Hurling yourself into a portal, Demyx had learned, always ended up badly. This time was no different: the blonde had managed to land face-down in the nasty greyish dirt of the Graveyard. His own newly gray-tinted skin and shredded clothes blended in even better when covered with nasty slimy dirt.

The Nocturne sat up with a groan, rubbing grave slime off his face and spitting the stuff out of his mouth.

"Oooow. Zexion? Where are you?"

There wasn't an immediate answer. Demyx looked around as soon as he'd cleared the dirt from his eyes, and frowned even more when he saw no scowling figure glaring at him from one visible eye.

There was an old witch prowling after a cat by the fence, a vampire digging into the dirt in front of a grave, and a ghost with weird white arms floating out from

Re: Something with wings you've never considered as having wings before 3 / 3

[nenamoo]

Neko.

I love you.

I feel I cannot say more for about half an hour while I flail o.o

Bubbles

[dreamfleet]

Riku didn't personally see the appeal of chasing after little round globes of soapy film, but he didn't mind watching Sora do it (if only because Sora tended to spill the soapy fluid down his shirt and then it clung. And maybe for the huge sunny grin and the carefree laughter.)

[dreamfleet]

Demyx enjoyed little else than to curl his toes in the sand on the beach, breathing in the sea air and listening to the gulls. It gave him a feeling of peace, the rhythmic wash of waves onto the shore, the smell of salt and water and life coalescing there. Because the scent of alive made him feel the same way. Even if they told him that was impossible.

So when Demyx argued that they did have hearts after all, his nose was full of salt, his ears were full of surf and seagulls, and his eyes shone earnestly like the color of the waves that he loved so much.