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paixaorpg2013-01-30 11:25 pm
theheartofdarkness) wrote in paixaorpg2013-01-30 11:25 pm
In Your Darkest Hour, Call to Me
Character(s): Ansem and Emizel
Content: A Heartless comes to do what he does best
Setting: Wherever Emizel is
Time: Midday
Warnings: Ansem :|b
Ansem was no stranger to loss. It was part of that which was life, and one of the things that most people could expect to experience. Of course, it hardly bothered him - why be bothered about the loss of one particular heart - but for those who still lived in the light? Oh, there were many ways to injure a heart and none of them more so than loss.
Thus, it should hardly have been a surprise when he came to Emizel. He knew darkness, and anger, and this was so clearly both, for all that he didn't announce his presence. He didn't see a need to, when he was fairly certain that Emizel would notice his presence in due time.
Content: A Heartless comes to do what he does best
Setting: Wherever Emizel is
Time: Midday
Warnings: Ansem :|b
Ansem was no stranger to loss. It was part of that which was life, and one of the things that most people could expect to experience. Of course, it hardly bothered him - why be bothered about the loss of one particular heart - but for those who still lived in the light? Oh, there were many ways to injure a heart and none of them more so than loss.
Thus, it should hardly have been a surprise when he came to Emizel. He knew darkness, and anger, and this was so clearly both, for all that he didn't announce his presence. He didn't see a need to, when he was fairly certain that Emizel would notice his presence in due time.
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Not by Ansem's own hand of course. He wasn't about to show Emizel the folly of his assumptions. This time, he would simply wait and watch as life itself did so. Not all ends were happy ones, and even then, there was still room for the darkness to unfold, hidden away in the corners where no one thought to look. Such was the case here, and though a lesser man might have be loath to take such a direct method, Ansem was hardly a lesser man. The darkness was his to command, and there was no shame in it.
As such, there was barely a flicker of a pause before he raised a hand in Emizel's direction and called the darkness he knew was there.