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faded_mosaique2017-04-17 05:29 am
rhodanum) wrote in faded_mosaique2017-04-17 05:29 am
[drabble] ► of remembrance and silence
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: .of remembrance and silence
Character(s): Yuki Judai, Yubel
Rating: T (PG-13). Rating may go up in later drabbles.
Prompt: 1sentence prompt .49 –- lock. 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.
Judai knew–-
(remembered)
–-things that he shouldn't. They came in dreams –- old memories, dulled by the passing of centuries. Armies with their midnight-black banners unfurled in the wind. The weight of a crown upon his brow. Fire and light searing his bones to ash. Screams and agony.
And he saw mismatched eyes, scaled hands, gentle in their caress. Heated lips over his own and the sounds of passion.
And of these last things he never spoke of, cheeks burning – they looked oddly at him already, so it was best to lock away what a child shouldn't (remember) know.
Collection Title: .fragments of a bent horizon
Drabble Title: .of remembrance and silence
Character(s): Yuki Judai, Yubel
Rating: T (PG-13). Rating may go up in later drabbles.
Prompt: 1sentence prompt .49 –- lock. 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.
Judai knew–-
(remembered)
–-things that he shouldn't. They came in dreams –- old memories, dulled by the passing of centuries. Armies with their midnight-black banners unfurled in the wind. The weight of a crown upon his brow. Fire and light searing his bones to ash. Screams and agony.
And he saw mismatched eyes, scaled hands, gentle in their caress. Heated lips over his own and the sounds of passion.
And of these last things he never spoke of, cheeks burning – they looked oddly at him already, so it was best to lock away what a child shouldn't (remember) know.