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[kanthia.livejournal.com]

Title: Floating Dark
Rating: G
Word Count: 233
Pairing: Hints of ZoLu.
Topic: Peace~

This is kinda two-part. There’s an actual drabble, and the poem Kanthia randomly wrote one day that inspired it. So being the generous person Kanthia is, she’s going to give both.


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He was floating.

It was a good feeling- the best feeling he’d felt in a long time. He was floating in the sun, all quiet and lovely, and rainbows showered before his eyes as the sun either rose or set. He couldn’t tell. He didn’t care. It was too beautiful. If someone had ever told him that this feeling could make him feel like he was drowning, he’d probably not understand them until they showed it to him this way.

He choked on a lungful of water as the colours told him the story again, and it was the dream- a little boy, hungry and cold and scared, staring at the horizon and dreaming if he was brave enough- and creatures of the ocean touched the place he couldn’t find-

There was a sudden wave of panic that drew over him as he lay sad and shackled to the sea; the dizzy dream became spots of black in the azure sky. He struggled to remember who he was, where he was- I’ve felt this way before, dragged down with no air to save me-- and the water tempted him, pulling him, a stillness so lovely it could take everything and leave only your bones-

Suddenly, a body disturbed the peace; just before the end of everything, a flash of green grabbed his waist and pulled him from the drowning depth of All Blue.

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Title: Shackled
Rating: PG
Word Count: 133
Pairing: Sanji-centric, no real pairing because Kanthia is boring.
Topic: Peace, Kanthia guesses.

He was sad and shackled by his love
And floating in the sun
While rainbows flashed before his eyes
And whispered, one by one

The story of a little boy
Hungry, cold and scared;
Just waiting for the sun to rise
And dreaming when he dared-

I’m floating, came the thoughtless words
That danced inside his mind
While creatures of the oceans touched
The place he couldn’t find

It really was a miracle-
He should have wondered why.
The dizzy dream was spots of black
And filled the azure sky;

He couldn’t breathe and wouldn’t dare
Disturb the wondrous sea
And so it came he lost himself
And found that he was free-

Before he could say anything
Before he really knew
Before he remembered who he was
He’d drowned in All Blue.

x x x

Comments

[chibimono.livejournal.com]

Beautiful. Especially the second one, though painfully so. ♥

[maldoror-gw.livejournal.com]

I've always prefered prose to poetry, but your prose is just as poetic as the poetry, and shivery-touching, particularly the evocative imagery, the yearning with the creatures touching the places he coudlnt' find, and the underlying image of death with the bones. Very well done.