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Wed, Aug. 29th, 2007, 09:04 pm
ash_of_roses: First Post

This is my first post on this community.  I should probably have waited for my pairing claim to be accepted; but after noticing that the last one approved was almost a year ago, and that mine is the fifth or so since then, I decided not to worry about it.  The pairing/fandom I have claimed for myself is Zexion/Demyx from the Kingdom Hearts series..  The order varies.  Below is the entry in my journal; Dyslexic Angel is my www.fanfiction.net username.

And a looong drabble!  Because I'm in a writing mood today and Zemyx angst is fun.  And, heaven help me, a back story is developing.  One that might even be concurrent with cannon.  Oh, my ears and whiskers.

Title: Parting's Seeds
Author/Artist: Dyslexic Angel
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Pairing: Zexion/Demyx
Challenge #2 : hello is such a thin word...
length: short again.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, so you can't sue me.  I do own the plot, so I can sue you.
rating: K.  Nothing remotely smutty.  I am annoyed at my muse.

I meet you in the hall. Coming? Going? I don't know where you would be coming from or where you are going, unused as I am to this twilight world. I only know that you are moving, I am moving, and that our paths have crossed and now you are staring at me, in coldly opaque assessment.

“Hello.” I say to you, dredging up a scrap of my old smile. It seems so very thin, so very weak... hanging in the air like the last cobwebs of the summer, when winter has killed the spider and shredded the fragile threads.

“Hello.” You reply, matching me tone for tone and picking up my weak greeting off the floor. I have a sudden hysterical urge to ask what you will do with it. Will you ask it about me, later? Will you torture it to give up its, and my, secrets? Will you work some strange experiment on it, to learn the nature of hello?

I swallow hard at that last thought, because I know the nature of hello, now, and I'm certain you do to. The nature of hello is meeting to part; every hello is the first step closer to goodbye. While I have wandered the halls of empty thought, you have grown bored of studying me. I am dragged from my mind as you turn and pass me, leaving without word or acknowledgment. You have put off goodbye for the moment, but it was doomed to happen someday from the moment I greeted you; in fact, from the moment I passed you on the street, and smiled and waved. We were always doomed to goodbye.