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faded_mosaique2017-04-17 05:23 am
rhodanum) wrote in faded_mosaique2017-04-17 05:23 am
[drabble] ► at that darkened edge
Disclaimer: All characters and settings portrayed in this work of fiction belong to Kazuki Takahashi and Nihon Ad Systems. I'm merely fooling around with their creations and will put them back with as little wear and tear as possible.
Collection Title: .fragments of a bent horizon
Drabble Title: .at that darkened edge
Character(s): Yuki Judai
Rating: T (PG-13). Rating may go up in later drabbles.
Prompt: 1sentence prompt .19 – candle. Gamma prompt table.
Author's Note: All of these drabbles are set within the confines of the Katabasis universe and are written in order to flesh it out more.
They were terrified and they were furious at the Mad King's injustice and they were desperate – everything which could be fashioned into the absolutely mindless kind of fanaticism that would have them willingly killing themselves for his cause. The kind of fanaticism that burned whole worlds to cinders, igniting into a blazing inferno from the flicker of a candle.
Dull, gold eyes surveyed the skeletal faces – Judai seeing the birth of a mercilessly lethal army and the horrified spirits noticing the silent promise of both doom and salvation within the icy, emotionless gaze of a twelve year-old boy.
Collection Title: .fragments of a bent horizon
Drabble Title: .at that darkened edge
Character(s): Yuki Judai
Rating: T (PG-13). Rating may go up in later drabbles.
Prompt: 1sentence prompt .19 – candle. Gamma prompt table.
Author's Note: All of these drabbles are set within the confines of the Katabasis universe and are written in order to flesh it out more.
They were terrified and they were furious at the Mad King's injustice and they were desperate – everything which could be fashioned into the absolutely mindless kind of fanaticism that would have them willingly killing themselves for his cause. The kind of fanaticism that burned whole worlds to cinders, igniting into a blazing inferno from the flicker of a candle.
Dull, gold eyes surveyed the skeletal faces – Judai seeing the birth of a mercilessly lethal army and the horrified spirits noticing the silent promise of both doom and salvation within the icy, emotionless gaze of a twelve year-old boy.