So this is what I like to call my classical music challenge. Basically I listen to a classical piece and write short oneshots while I do it. And because FuturisticVampire's my name and yugioh is my game, most of them will be about Prideshipping or something related. If you're into this kind of music I'd recommend listening to the piece while you read the chapter.
Not sure for how long I'll be doing it but long enough for it to matter hopefully. Whatever the hell that's supposed to mean.
(I don't claim to own Yugioh or any of the pieces mentioned)
Moonlight Sonata is to me a piece about pain and sadness and loss, which seems to be the only thing I can write about right now. And since I love projecting myself and my feelings through characters I relate to, this one's in Seto's POV. Have fun finding the badly articulated metaphors.
Moonlight Sonata Mvt. 1
I walk out into the night, watching and mesmerized by the stars. Though I have never seen this place before, the path I am to take is etched into my mind. I head to the hill in the distance, the one I know is my destination.
My soul is bared naked as the grass kisses my feet and thorns cut into me. Crystal tears fill my eyes from the pain, but I continue on.
I reach the hill and I start to climb. The stars twinkle and stare unforgivingly down at me, watching my struggle derisively. They see my vulnerable soul, they bare their crystalline fangs at it. The breeze turns cold and chills my back.
When I reach the top of the hill, my feet blistered and my fingertips frostbitten by the scorn, my legs can't help but give out and I collapse to my knees. My palms are driven into the dirt to break my fall and I cry out in pain, seeing blood as sharp rocks cut into my skin.
A light shines down on me and I raise my head. There the moon is, its light so stoic and unmoving that I am frozen, enttanced by it. The tears fall freely off my face now as I look at it, austere luminescence lighting them silver.
I lay before the moon, bruised and humbled and exposed to its judgement. I bow my head, and say what I came here to say, begging to be seen as more than I seem, asking to be heard and to be forgiven.
But far too soon, the light starts to disappear. I reach out to it desperately and a cry leaves my lips but it is no use.
The night sky disappears as I wake alone in my bed.