guts, or the perfect hand.
185 words of weird.
Title: Guts, or the Perfect Hand
Characters // Pairings: Riku // none
Rating // Warnings: T? // mentions of gore
Canon: Kingdom Hearts general
Wordcount: 185
Summary: The deck, splattered with blood.
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Guts aren't pretty.
But I guess you know that already.
Bloody and pulsing in your hand as you pull them out and splatter them across the pavement. Roadkill. It's like a poker hand, only instead of a full house you've got exposure. Infection. Death.
Whatever you want to call it, you have to be ready. Do you want to show your hand? Do you want to show all of those familiar strangers your insides, what festers and grows, cancerous, under your skin?
You don't and you do and you don't again. Goes without saying that you'll have to show it eventually. But do you want to show it to someone like her, someone who must have so many secrets in those mangled wings of hers, or wait?
You're a coward, though, and you'll wait. You'll wait and you'll wait and you'll wait and it'll grow and then one day you'll wonder if you can ever really go back to concealing it all.
But that's all in the future.
Stitch up your stomach and keep walking, kid. Keep that hand and draw again.
Somebody has to.
Title: Guts, or the Perfect Hand
Characters // Pairings: Riku // none
Rating // Warnings: T? // mentions of gore
Canon: Kingdom Hearts general
Wordcount: 185
Summary: The deck, splattered with blood.
---
Guts aren't pretty.
But I guess you know that already.
Bloody and pulsing in your hand as you pull them out and splatter them across the pavement. Roadkill. It's like a poker hand, only instead of a full house you've got exposure. Infection. Death.
Whatever you want to call it, you have to be ready. Do you want to show your hand? Do you want to show all of those familiar strangers your insides, what festers and grows, cancerous, under your skin?
You don't and you do and you don't again. Goes without saying that you'll have to show it eventually. But do you want to show it to someone like her, someone who must have so many secrets in those mangled wings of hers, or wait?
You're a coward, though, and you'll wait. You'll wait and you'll wait and you'll wait and it'll grow and then one day you'll wonder if you can ever really go back to concealing it all.
But that's all in the future.
Stitch up your stomach and keep walking, kid. Keep that hand and draw again.
Somebody has to.