Beneath the Watchful Moon

WARNING: IMPLIED NON!CON, PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THAT SQUICKS YOU


Kairi wakes in the middle of the night (on the full moon, always on the full moon) knowing without a doubt that she could have saved Saix if she had really tried. She should have saved him. It wouldn't have been very hard, he had only wanted to be real. All she had to do was let him in (lapping at the pulse point in her neck) open her heart (hand sliding beneath the hem of her dress) think a little harder about how to give back (he took, he took so much.) He never meant to hurt her (if she says it enough, it'll be true.)

Only, she had been too afraid, hadn't she? She had been too wrapped up in the cold of the cell and the stench of darkness clinging to everything like a (pulse) second skin. She was supposed to be a princess of heart, pure and light and good. She could have saved him, if she had really thought about it. If she had been a little kinder, a little more bright, she could have saved him.

The moon watches her through the window, silent, cold, and accusing as she sucks in air and tries to calm her racing heart.


End Note: This was a very short drabble, 205 words, written for no particular reason other than the fact that my brain works in weird ways...