Name: Severed Fire
Word Count: 519
Summary: Non-AU, AkuRoku Drabble: Even though you left me, the wound's still there. Visible or not, pain or no, nobody or somebody, you left your mark on me. Leaving just made it hurt...and you're my only medicine. (A take on Roxas's leaving the Organization with Axel)
Inspired by: the song Ghost of You by Good Charlotte (I dunno, I just it kinda spoke to my weird inspiration. If you even understand this Drabble then kudos to you! ...or sea-salt ice cream! Whatever float's yer boat)
"You get on their bad side and they'll destroy you!"
A glance, chilly blue frost coating the once familiar eyes to strangers.
"No one would miss me."
A turn. A pause.
"..." No sound. Just silence. The falling knife.
His words had been frozen. Chilled as his eyes.
Sound now. Footsteps, walking away from him. A sort of closure, a sever, a...wound?
"That's not true!" He was already gone. "...I would." The pain started to seep from the wound then, but there was nothing to hold it. Despite everything. It just...collapsed, but only for an instant.
He had fire, but what use was fire when it lacked the thing that made it whole? Heat, color, light. It was missing its light. Without it, a dark, warm, combustion. Hidden. That was what it was without light.
The light that made it seem like not such a terrible thing. Fire could burn, yes, but fire could dazzle, be gentle with warmth, embraced, by the light it held tight in its arms. Light brought out Fire's beautiful side. Light brought out the part that would not keep the fire in the dark. The oh so cold dark, nothing dark. Light brought the best out in fire and fire would complete light just as much as it did the other.
...but this sever. Light rejected the fire, going to share its beauty and wholeness with another, another light to made a great light?
The light was gone. Left the fire to the dark in search of that one alike in the light's self.
He was gone. They would kill him. Flicker out the light. Him. His light. His Roxas.
The icy spell stayed, but as it thawed off by realizations, as if mixed with a tiny bit of hope maybe for something still to be there? If there were such a thing for Nobodies. The fire left. The Flurry of such severed flames left his before iced spot. Leaving the deserted buildings to themselves and their counsel with mixed thoughts.
Light could dazzle, light could grant sight and give those eyes, light could soothe, light could even warm though not as much as fire, but above all else light could blind.