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08 July 2005 @ 11:08 pm
interlude : vicious streak  
This is basically so I have an excuse to make an announcement about the comm on ffnet and ficwad, sorry. But it's Krad being crazy?

MY DECEMBER INTERLUDE 02 : vicious streak

In the cold pure light of his dwelling idols made of ice stare blankly ahead, seeing nothing, feeling nothing. They are the Hikari he has possessed.

He doesn't understand and it makes him angry, that they should love the others, the interlopers, the ones that took his other self away from him. They should love him because he gave them a gift. They should be happy with him. They should, they should. They should be grateful.

He fills this place with light, with purity, with everything his other self is not. He tries to forget but every time he appears, every time he is there with the ones who took him away he rages more and more. Why did he leave him why does he stay why does he not destroy their captors. Come back to me stay away I'll kill you. I'll kill you, I'll kill you and him and you'll be with me. We'll be together forever, don't be scared.

He wants blood running down his hands, warming them. He wants to see his other self made cold like him. He wants this Hikari to stop, to not pay attention to the other, the hateful creature who took him away. The hateful creature who hurts this Hikari, who is so beautiful. A painting in watercolor, a carving in crystal. Beautiful, fragile. He'll take care of him. He will. Once he kills that hateful creature, his beautiful thing will never be hurt again. He'll wrap him in ice, like he did the others. He'll kill him gently and then he'll be free.

He paces his prison, smashes the idols surrounding him. Stops and rebuilds them, crooning softly. He loves them, he hates them. They trapped him, they give him life. They are his. Forever his own darlings, to break and rebuild and keep close.

Forever, forever, he promises them. Just let me go. Let me go and you will be eternal. Let me kill him, let me never see him again. Love and hate, so close together. Like his beautiful thing, who looks at the hateful creature who doesn't know what he does to him. Wants to hate wants to love, wants to do more and more but he won't let him because he is beautiful and his and his alone.
Current Mood: aggravatedaggravated
Current Music: New Order - Vicious Streak
pretty much the nostalgia chick: we're peaceful explorersvikki on July 9th, 2005 07:13 pm (UTC)
That's really beautiful, in that awful scary spooky way that Krad has. I like the way he characterizes Satoshi: painting in watercolor, a carving in crystal. Beautiful, fragile. I love what you've done with the ice metaphor, and the love-hate relationship between Krad and the family he posesses.

In terms of concrit, I think the only major thing is that more could be done with the light metaphor. That, and I couldn't quite figure out what the pronouns were referring to in the last paragraph, here:

Like his beautiful thing, who looks at the hateful creature who doesn't know what he does to him. 'He does to him' is confusing.

Otherwise, love. I mean, as much as that can be allowed with Krad. ^^;
Tari Gwaemirtarigwaemir on July 16th, 2005 01:11 pm (UTC)
Wow, your Krad sends shivers up my spine. Am thoroughly creeped out, in a good way of course. ^_^