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faded_mosaique2017-04-17 05:30 am
rhodanum) wrote in faded_mosaique2017-04-17 05:30 am
[drabble] ► nothing but necessity
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: .nothing but necessity
Character(s): Yuki Judai
Rating: T (PG-13). Rating may go up in later drabbles.
Prompt: 1sentence prompt .26 –- ice. 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.
Here he was, after so many wayward years, as some would be inclined to think.
Yet Judai hardly saw any of it as pointless – and even as he stood in front of the white grave markers and read the chiseled names, he couldn't find within himself even a single shard of sorrow or regret or grief or guilt. No tears – only the darkened, icy numbness which kept all parts of him stuck together.
Their deaths had been necessary – and better that they should rest easily now, instead of seeing what necessity and a merciless purpose had made of their once loving son.
Collection Title: .fragments of a bent horizon
Drabble Title: .nothing but necessity
Character(s): Yuki Judai
Rating: T (PG-13). Rating may go up in later drabbles.
Prompt: 1sentence prompt .26 –- ice. 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.
Here he was, after so many wayward years, as some would be inclined to think.
Yet Judai hardly saw any of it as pointless – and even as he stood in front of the white grave markers and read the chiseled names, he couldn't find within himself even a single shard of sorrow or regret or grief or guilt. No tears – only the darkened, icy numbness which kept all parts of him stuck together.
Their deaths had been necessary – and better that they should rest easily now, instead of seeing what necessity and a merciless purpose had made of their once loving son.