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AO3 Blank Slate Stories : Was he... Kuronue : by Kamishawe
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Push. Pull.
Back and forth.
The purple pacifier balked.
The red pendant swayed.
Skull watched the two swirl like a pendulum, forever in the other's orbit, but never touching.
A blue palace door.
A gaggle of ugly green creatures.
A boy dressed like a prince with a binky.
A vault of pretty objects.
The strange pendant appeared one night. One of many dreams he could only vaguely remember.
A successful night.
A blood soaked hand.
Pain. Sorrow.
Moon silver hair and Sun slit orbs.
A plea to live.
Skull couldn't help. It felt like one was forever running and the other was forever chasing. Remnants of ghosts from forgotten pasts.
There's a pendant missing from our vaults.
I thought you'd take a particular interest.
It's Kuronue's pendant that's gone.
There were some treasures beyond measure, was the persistent thought, as Skull got lost in glowing red depths.
Twin foxes peered back.
They would come for him.
The being that was neither silver or maroon,
Didn't have gold or emerald eyes, but both.
The pendant never lied.
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