Disclaimer: Plain and simple. I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh
A/N: Hello hello, everyone who is kind enough to be reading this I know, this is short. Probably the shortest thing you'll ever see from me. Only 154 words. You may have heard of a mailing list that many of us belong to that has started having drabble contest. This was my entry to the first theme: candles. Sadly it has been my only entry thus far, but hopefully that will change. My humor fic is coming along nicely. I finally found the darn thing after a two week search. I'm going to try and complete it before I start posting. It'll only be two chapters, maybe three, but I think it's good. Until then, I just wanted to give you something to let you know I'm still here and interested in YGO writing.
So, without further ado, a 30-second read for your pleasure.
Diplomacy
By Ocean
Trim.
Tapered.
Steadfast his base, feral eyes his center.
Desire and passion, beauty and need bound in a flame that melts repeatedly in and out of shape.
I can reach out; get my fingertips so close to that glowing flare that my skin is singed by the heat of his attendance.
But he's always dancing away with the whispered breath of wind.
His image flickers this way, that way, away.
His shadow in constant motion to avoid those who would slay his fire and reap rewards of his broken will.
Such a commoner as I could never hope to hold the hand of a diplomat's son such as him.
Arranged marriage.
Duty of position.
Stress of expectation.
Distance apart.
Barriers neither of us can surmount, despite our desperate and mounting ache to do so.
I'll love this candle.
Hold his heart; fan his flame until we both burn freely.
We will not burn out.