Challenge 233
Challenge: 233 - Ephemeral
Title: New Keyblades, Old Battles
Word Count: 241
Notes: Slight spoilers for BBS, Xigbar and scenes of Braig. I haven't written properly in ages and this was written based on what I understood from the scenes since I watched them without the English subtitles.
The first time he meets the kid, really meets him, brings back old memories.
It’s funny how all these lives are connected, so much so that even with a new body, a new name, Xigbar can still see traces of the people he once knew in that face; he’d never forget those eyes and that same obstinate glare sent his way, that confidence with which he carries himself and the stubborn righteousness of his words.
But most of all, he remembers the Keyblade (and the burn of Light turned Dark on his face, as it scorched his skin, stealing his sight in a matter of seconds)
And for a while, he recalls something else as well; he remembers the rush of power, the hunger in his throat as he evaded the Keyblade, feeling each swing graze his skin, each cut and slash and loving every minute of it.
The feeling disappears as suddenly as it came, but it’s enough to make Xigbar grin in the shadows of his hood.
He supposes it doesn’t really matter who wields it; Terra - Ven - Aqua - Sora.
A Keyblade is a Keyblade.
And power is power.
If he had the heart for it, Xigbar would be grateful for the chance to take on another Master. But since he doesn’t, he decides to thank Braig instead as he leaps forward to properly introduce himself to this latest Hero of Light.
And man, he’s going to enjoy this.
Title: New Keyblades, Old Battles
Word Count: 241
Notes: Slight spoilers for BBS, Xigbar and scenes of Braig. I haven't written properly in ages and this was written based on what I understood from the scenes since I watched them without the English subtitles.
The first time he meets the kid, really meets him, brings back old memories.
It’s funny how all these lives are connected, so much so that even with a new body, a new name, Xigbar can still see traces of the people he once knew in that face; he’d never forget those eyes and that same obstinate glare sent his way, that confidence with which he carries himself and the stubborn righteousness of his words.
But most of all, he remembers the Keyblade (and the burn of Light turned Dark on his face, as it scorched his skin, stealing his sight in a matter of seconds)
And for a while, he recalls something else as well; he remembers the rush of power, the hunger in his throat as he evaded the Keyblade, feeling each swing graze his skin, each cut and slash and loving every minute of it.
The feeling disappears as suddenly as it came, but it’s enough to make Xigbar grin in the shadows of his hood.
He supposes it doesn’t really matter who wields it; Terra - Ven - Aqua - Sora.
A Keyblade is a Keyblade.
And power is power.
If he had the heart for it, Xigbar would be grateful for the chance to take on another Master. But since he doesn’t, he decides to thank Braig instead as he leaps forward to properly introduce himself to this latest Hero of Light.
And man, he’s going to enjoy this.