My darkness will never truly leave...but it's definitely having its issues. Had to create some quotes on the spot to make the standardten quotes. This is a sad day for me... My muse has surrendered his angst... Well... until I start writing about characters other than him, then the fury of hell is loose in my house. -Ducks to avoid indeterminate flying objects-
I want opinions on how these make you feel. Sad...pathetic...neutral...angry... Whatever...
Dedication: I have another new reviewer to my roster, one whose first fic I read utterly floored me, so take a bow RedCrow1120. Not only that but Ansem is a fave character with this talented reviewer. I personally hate the mage's guts, but he's fun to play with.
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I hate feeling useless... Always have... It takes away what little hope for purpose I have... and nothing makes me feel more pathetic than the inability to ease his pain...
Alone...
But what really brought tears to my eyes was his intense look of hatred for himself in this form. Murky aqua; devoid of light…
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My "true memories"? Hell...didn't think I was even worthy of fake ones... Guess that's what I get for being nothing but a key
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One glance at his aquamarines, and I knew my efforts were worthless... I'll never be able to take away the pain that tears him up inside...
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Nothing hurts more than this realization... I am powerless to help him...to take away the suffering he's been forced to bear. Even these piercing emotions hold nothing on the anguish that embraces his corrupted heart...
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I look to the sky's tears to ease my pain...but that seems a wistful dream that will never comfort my heart…I can't help him…
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When I find your aquamarine eyes, I can't help but break down and cry. I've felt nothing but your pain right from the start; I just wish I could brush those tears from your heart…
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I thought for a second my eyes went out of focus, but to no avail. The pale skin beneath his sorrowed aquamarine eyes were permanently streaked of the painful tears that betrayed him and broke free...
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The back of my fingers gently brushes the crystalline drops of traitorous emotion and a shudder takes my entity. They're so cold…a heart that's lost the will to hope and keep that once bright candle alive…
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The Child of Darkness… But is that also supposed to make him Heartless? I don't care what they say… I can see the tears you cry, even when the shadows are your visible face.
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I cling to the only person I could consider a brush stroke in my imagination, his entire being transcending the definition of perfect to me. But sadly, fate has decreed us to be apart...and it isn't long before my grip is forced to loosen and he reluctantly fades into the shadows of a broken memory. I held the dream...my dream...but it just wasn't meant to come true...