AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Forgive me for the length, but I'm saving myself for the Christmas drabble, which is downright horrific in nature (You'll see what I mean).
So hopefully this is enough to satisfy people until the Christmas update.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Danny Phantom, unfortunately. Butch Hartman does.
WARNINGS: None.
He is a fortress of impenetrability.
Humanity has been cast outside of his vast fortress, shut out for all eternity.
Passions and fears and dreams turned to dust, naught but shadowed shades of what could have been.
Impervious is his fortress in the night, guarded against petty weaknesses and, above all, pathetic mortality.
But somewhere, there is a crack in his defense.
She shines a pomegranate red against the bleakness he has cast, breaking past his armor and tearing down his walls.
Gliding amongst the stars she bolts through that crack, widening it to the point of near fatality, and enters that carefully crafted fortress, destroying all that is in her path.
This weakness—this crack—must be terminated.
A blemish in his fortress, turning his heartless visage into the very picture of weakness.
She is a vulnerability, and must be brought to her knees so that his fortress may thrive.
Only then can he truly remove that one last shred of humanity continuously poisoning his veins.