Double Drabble: Voices
A Double Drabble. Because that's the only excuse for writing such an embarrasssingly short fic.
Voices in his head, whispering, whispering.
Ryou's head was a dark place at those times. When they came they displaced all the light, and shrouded his mind in darkness.
He tried to stay away, he tried not to listen, tried to celebrate those few moments of freedom when the thief was too far away to notice, but he couldn't.
He could feel it seeping through the walls, and before he knew it he found himself in his soulroom again, opening the door to the small corridor between his room and the spirit's.
These were the only times that he would ever go there, the times when the walls came to life and the spirits of the long-dead came to pay their respects to the keeper of the ring.
The thief would be sitting in the darkest corner, silent and shaking as he watched the people of Kul Elna burn inside their void in time.
Ryou'd never gotten over the sight of the cold spirit at his weakest; he wouldn't even acknowledge the impious intrusion until Ryou was to touch it's shoulder.
And Ryou would slump down beside him on the cold stone floor, and keep him company until the flames died out.
Voices in his head, whispering, whispering.
Ryou's head was a dark place at those times. When they came they displaced all the light, and shrouded his mind in darkness.
He tried to stay away, he tried not to listen, tried to celebrate those few moments of freedom when the thief was too far away to notice, but he couldn't.
He could feel it seeping through the walls, and before he knew it he found himself in his soulroom again, opening the door to the small corridor between his room and the spirit's.
These were the only times that he would ever go there, the times when the walls came to life and the spirits of the long-dead came to pay their respects to the keeper of the ring.
The thief would be sitting in the darkest corner, silent and shaking as he watched the people of Kul Elna burn inside their void in time.
Ryou'd never gotten over the sight of the cold spirit at his weakest; he wouldn't even acknowledge the impious intrusion until Ryou was to touch it's shoulder.
And Ryou would slump down beside him on the cold stone floor, and keep him company until the flames died out.