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everlastingsoul) wrote2007-06-07 07:04 pm
everlastingsoul) wrote2007-06-07 07:04 pm
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Lots of fic stuff...
Bleh. I can't seem to do anything productive at home. Which is weird, because I'm actually doing some writing once in awhile. *gestures at meme below* Hm. Here's hoping I actually feel productive when I get back to the apartment.
Graduation's on Saturday. I ... don't know what to think. My brain's kinda shut down or something. O_o
So, zeal_goddess, your LiveJournal reveals...
You are... 3% unique (blame, for example, your interest in silverberg brothers) and 7% herdlike (partly because you, like everyone else, enjoy writing). When it comes to friends you are popular. In terms of the way you relate to people, you are keen to please. Your writing style (based on a recent public entry) is conventional.
You are weirder than 74% of other LJers.)
Find out what your weirdness level is!
Stolen from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hopechan:
If you happen to be working on some creative writing project, fanfiction or NaNoWriMo or what have you, post one sentence (or more) from each of your current work(s) in progress in your journal. It should probably be your favourite or most intriguing sentence so far, but what you choose is entirely your discretion.
And with your heart, Keybearer, I will claim what is rightfully mine.
But when the first Heartless moved in for the kill, Xehanort’s heart resisted.
And all hell broke loose.
“You won’t find them.”
Silence reigned as he stopped walking, his hands curling into fists at either side. He slowly turned, frowning against the question on his lips. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Ansem stood at the top of the dais, his gaze steady as he met the younger man’s eyes. “They vanished—taken by that intense light. You won’t find them here, Axel.”
Axel swept an arm out in denial, shaking his head. “Don’t you dare say that. You can’t be so sure. You can’t.”
The redhead stormed out, leaving the two other men on top of the elevated platform. Tapping one gloved finger on the shaft of his scythe, Number XI of the Order, Marluxia, traded looks with the king. “He won’t give up.”
The king pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing raggedly. “It doesn’t make what I said any less true.”
And now something longer and decidedly finished, if unpolished. Inspired by (and loosely based on) Entranceway and very much a Lex/Zex fic.
Blank slate.
They had made some rather significant milestones together in the mansion. Although they had lacked hearts, they had preferred each other’s company and been adversely affected by some of the mansion’s changes.
He had almost been … content, for lack of a better word.
And then Kingdom Hearts had disappeared from the sky, absorbed by the mansion.
He looked down at the small box in his hands, rubbing the felt bow that held it shut.
The hearts were fading now. Some of the residents that had curiously opened their own, weeks after receiving them, had noted that the euphoria the boxes gave did not last a full day anymore. He had almost opened his box then, wondering why he rejected everything the Organization had worked for.
Zexion had approached him several times about it. Words between them had always been few at best, but now there was hesitance and confusion that colored the younger man’s tone. Silence had always been his best defense, and it had begun to repel Zexion.
He was sure that was the reason he was alone in the end—he had pushed away Zexion by rejecting the mansion’s gift.
But Zexion no longer remembered that.
No, the former apprentice had disappeared from the mansion one night in the last three weeks. No one was sure how long ago he had disappeared, as no one knew where to look, but Xemnas had declared him missing from the mansion a week after he had last been seen. Luxord had wearily said that the mansion’s game was getting old (while he worried the entire time), Xigbar had taken Demyx to scour through the mansion with Demyx’s ever-present kid clan (with Roxas dragging a reluctant Axel along), and the others had briefly brooded on the Cloaked Schemer’s disappearance before returning to their everyday existences. Saix had expressed cynicism over the idea of Zexion returning with the heart the mansion had given him.
Vexen had had to intervene when Xigbar attempted to strangle the Luna Diviner, when Zexion reappeared.
The Zexion that arrived in the mansion held some phantom grudge against Axel and Riku’s replica, though that was set aside when Zexion matter-of-factly stated he had no heart to care about his perceived death. He had asked him if there was daikon to pickle and tea leaves to steep, and he had no qualms with humoring the others with his presence.
They had moments again, this way. Intelligent conversation that turned into reflections of Radiant Garden, jigsaw puzzles that distracted them longer than was necessary, and comfortable silence that had defined their relationship through Radiant Garden and Oblivion.
But he noticed the way that Zexion’s eyes would linger on Xigbar and Demyx, yelling and hollering as they surfed on the beach beyond; the way Zexion would go quiet when Xaldin loudly chided Axel over a misaimed fireball; the way Zexion maneuvered his way to a swift defeat when Luxord’s poker faces began to dissolve with mirth.
Although he had found some sort of peace without his heart, the Cloaked Schemer still yearned. And the knowledge that the others of the Organization had hearts bothered him incessantly.
He stopped in front of the younger Nobody’s door, taking one hand away from the box to knock firmly. He once again settled his gaze on the small felt bow, wondering if he would lose Zexion as he had before.
As the door opened, he vowed that the small matters of the heart would not keep him from making Zexion happy.
Graduation's on Saturday. I ... don't know what to think. My brain's kinda shut down or something. O_o
You are... 3% unique (blame, for example, your interest in silverberg brothers) and 7% herdlike (partly because you, like everyone else, enjoy writing). When it comes to friends you are popular. In terms of the way you relate to people, you are keen to please. Your writing style (based on a recent public entry) is conventional.
Your overall weirdness is: 34
(The average level of weirdness is: 27.You are weirder than 74% of other LJers.)
Find out what your weirdness level is!
Stolen from
hopechan:If you happen to be working on some creative writing project, fanfiction or NaNoWriMo or what have you, post one sentence (or more) from each of your current work(s) in progress in your journal. It should probably be your favourite or most intriguing sentence so far, but what you choose is entirely your discretion.
And with your heart, Keybearer, I will claim what is rightfully mine.
But when the first Heartless moved in for the kill, Xehanort’s heart resisted.
And all hell broke loose.
“You won’t find them.”
Silence reigned as he stopped walking, his hands curling into fists at either side. He slowly turned, frowning against the question on his lips. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Ansem stood at the top of the dais, his gaze steady as he met the younger man’s eyes. “They vanished—taken by that intense light. You won’t find them here, Axel.”
Axel swept an arm out in denial, shaking his head. “Don’t you dare say that. You can’t be so sure. You can’t.”
The redhead stormed out, leaving the two other men on top of the elevated platform. Tapping one gloved finger on the shaft of his scythe, Number XI of the Order, Marluxia, traded looks with the king. “He won’t give up.”
The king pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing raggedly. “It doesn’t make what I said any less true.”
And now something longer and decidedly finished, if unpolished. Inspired by (and loosely based on) Entranceway and very much a Lex/Zex fic.
Blank slate.
They had made some rather significant milestones together in the mansion. Although they had lacked hearts, they had preferred each other’s company and been adversely affected by some of the mansion’s changes.
He had almost been … content, for lack of a better word.
And then Kingdom Hearts had disappeared from the sky, absorbed by the mansion.
He looked down at the small box in his hands, rubbing the felt bow that held it shut.
The hearts were fading now. Some of the residents that had curiously opened their own, weeks after receiving them, had noted that the euphoria the boxes gave did not last a full day anymore. He had almost opened his box then, wondering why he rejected everything the Organization had worked for.
Zexion had approached him several times about it. Words between them had always been few at best, but now there was hesitance and confusion that colored the younger man’s tone. Silence had always been his best defense, and it had begun to repel Zexion.
He was sure that was the reason he was alone in the end—he had pushed away Zexion by rejecting the mansion’s gift.
But Zexion no longer remembered that.
No, the former apprentice had disappeared from the mansion one night in the last three weeks. No one was sure how long ago he had disappeared, as no one knew where to look, but Xemnas had declared him missing from the mansion a week after he had last been seen. Luxord had wearily said that the mansion’s game was getting old (while he worried the entire time), Xigbar had taken Demyx to scour through the mansion with Demyx’s ever-present kid clan (with Roxas dragging a reluctant Axel along), and the others had briefly brooded on the Cloaked Schemer’s disappearance before returning to their everyday existences. Saix had expressed cynicism over the idea of Zexion returning with the heart the mansion had given him.
Vexen had had to intervene when Xigbar attempted to strangle the Luna Diviner, when Zexion reappeared.
The Zexion that arrived in the mansion held some phantom grudge against Axel and Riku’s replica, though that was set aside when Zexion matter-of-factly stated he had no heart to care about his perceived death. He had asked him if there was daikon to pickle and tea leaves to steep, and he had no qualms with humoring the others with his presence.
They had moments again, this way. Intelligent conversation that turned into reflections of Radiant Garden, jigsaw puzzles that distracted them longer than was necessary, and comfortable silence that had defined their relationship through Radiant Garden and Oblivion.
But he noticed the way that Zexion’s eyes would linger on Xigbar and Demyx, yelling and hollering as they surfed on the beach beyond; the way Zexion would go quiet when Xaldin loudly chided Axel over a misaimed fireball; the way Zexion maneuvered his way to a swift defeat when Luxord’s poker faces began to dissolve with mirth.
Although he had found some sort of peace without his heart, the Cloaked Schemer still yearned. And the knowledge that the others of the Organization had hearts bothered him incessantly.
He stopped in front of the younger Nobody’s door, taking one hand away from the box to knock firmly. He once again settled his gaze on the small felt bow, wondering if he would lose Zexion as he had before.
As the door opened, he vowed that the small matters of the heart would not keep him from making Zexion happy.
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