Title: A New Darkness
Author: Sage da Phreek
Disclaimer: No. Too. Bad.
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He has dark. He is dark. I have merged with that beast and a bit of him remains in the deep recesses of my sole. He had made a promise. To whom I know. For what propose I am debating still. But to me the promise stands, as to him.
I hold the boy. I hold him as a blind man holds a wall. I hold him as a mother holds a frightened child, when she too is afraid of the dark.
"I want to believe."
I tell him again when we are alone. Alone in our darkness. Armadillomon shaking in hesitance. Darkangemon standing to one side. TK lifts his eyes and meets mine for the first time. The first time since he screamed.
For the first time I see what he sees.
I see into his eyes. I see the tendrils of darkness creeping from every lit area. From every being. Of my life.
"Believing isn't as easy as it sounds," he speaks," and it's harder to stop believing."
He is making the offer now. He is offering me a way in. Or out in retrospect. I look at my partner. He is in aw of the shadowed angel. He's offering me a type of promise that as the last one he made, cannot be broken.
My eyes slit.
"I promise."
And dark spirals around my Digimon. Warping and changing him to some prehistoric beast. To a primitive monster. I'm afraid to touch him. He coaxes me onto his back and I feel the freedom.
The blond looks over at me. In the dark. In the shadows. In the black light. In the arms of his.
"Shall we?"
He asks tentatively. I know it is just a formality. I nod.
"We shall."
And we both know that we will.
End
Author: Sage da Phreek
Disclaimer: No. Too. Bad.
******************
He has dark. He is dark. I have merged with that beast and a bit of him remains in the deep recesses of my sole. He had made a promise. To whom I know. For what propose I am debating still. But to me the promise stands, as to him.
I hold the boy. I hold him as a blind man holds a wall. I hold him as a mother holds a frightened child, when she too is afraid of the dark.
"I want to believe."
I tell him again when we are alone. Alone in our darkness. Armadillomon shaking in hesitance. Darkangemon standing to one side. TK lifts his eyes and meets mine for the first time. The first time since he screamed.
For the first time I see what he sees.
I see into his eyes. I see the tendrils of darkness creeping from every lit area. From every being. Of my life.
"Believing isn't as easy as it sounds," he speaks," and it's harder to stop believing."
He is making the offer now. He is offering me a way in. Or out in retrospect. I look at my partner. He is in aw of the shadowed angel. He's offering me a type of promise that as the last one he made, cannot be broken.
My eyes slit.
"I promise."
And dark spirals around my Digimon. Warping and changing him to some prehistoric beast. To a primitive monster. I'm afraid to touch him. He coaxes me onto his back and I feel the freedom.
The blond looks over at me. In the dark. In the shadows. In the black light. In the arms of his.
"Shall we?"
He asks tentatively. I know it is just a formality. I nod.
"We shall."
And we both know that we will.
End