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20_heartbeatschallenge! 03. Connected
Yes, I possibly am updating this thing at nearly 2 in the morning... >.>
I'd nearly forgotten about it. Heheh.
Title: Tick-tock
Claim: Luxord
Rating: PG
Prompt: 03. Connected [coiled inescapably]
Word Count: 680
Summary: In which Axel explains, among other things, the reason why Luxord dislikes clocks.
Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts is, most obviously, owned by big name companies and not by a girl sitting at a laptop on her bedroom floor.
A/N: Ooh, I can never be serious. Humor or bust, baby! Pffft. I’m just too attached to snark.
[[List of Awesome]]
Luxord didn’t like this, and he didn’t know why. He was in his element, in the zone, in whatever other idiom or metaphor one could think of. So why should he feel so incredibly out of place?
It was one of the odder rooms in The Castle That Never Was; a room filled entirely with clocks had very little need in a place that ignored the passage of time. Luxord, insofar as he knew, was the only one that had found it.
He was currently inspecting a large grandfather clock when a reflection in the glass caught his eye. Sighing, he turned around to speak to the man behind him. So much for what he thought he knew.
“I didn’t think you liked clocks very much,” Axel greeted Luxord before he could get a word in. He was leaning against what looked like a towering stack of small, square clocks made of purple plastic.
“What gave you that idea?” Luxord asked. Around them, the ticking of the many clocks continued on, never ceasing.
“I’m rather observant. You’ve been looking ill ever since you stepped in here,” Axel answered, smiling. Beside him, the purple clocks creaked ominously, threatening to tumble if he didn’t move.
“I’m not going to comment on the fact that you’ve been watching me,” Luxord replied, crossing his arms over his chest. “And that deserves further explanation.”
Axel shrugged, stepping closer to the Gambler of Fate and the grandfather clock. “It’s easy, really. You should have realized it by now.”
“That you’re a cryptic bastard who bothers people for fun?”
“No. This time is trapped. Though I wouldn’t say you’re wrong either, on that topic,” Axel replied, grinning.
“Pardon?”
“Well, you know, I do enjoy — ”
“Not that,” Luxord interrupted, frowning. “Why don’t I like this room?” He was curious, to say the least, about what Axel thought the problem was. It was better than his own idea — he didn’t even have one.
Axel sighed. “Do I need to spell it out for you? Look. You control time.” He slapped the side of the grandfather clock, which groaned in warning. “Clocks are, basically, keepers of time. They trap it, keep it in check. You mess with a clock, you can change the time, right? So the time’s bound by the rules of the clock.”
Luxord nodded thoughtfully. “I think I see where this is going. I subconsciously can’t stand to have my element contained like this.” He grinned. “Is that why Demyx always attempts to drink straight from the tap, instead of using a glass?”
“Demyx’s overly sensitive.” Axel snorted. “But I’m glad you got it. Took you long enough.”
“I’ve never thought so deeply about it before,” Luxord replied, raising an eyebrow as if asking Axel what the heck he had been doing pondering all this.
“You know those small metal things some worlds have, where you click the corner and light a fire?”
“Lighters? Yes.”
“Hate ‘em. Hate ‘em with all my non-existent heart.”
Still grinning, Luxord glanced back at the grandfather clock he had been inspecting. “Well, it’s good to know. Here I was thinking it was all just because of the peculiarity of these clocks.”
Axel cocked his head to the side interestedly. “Yeah, the floral pattern is doing nothing for its antiquity factor,” he decided, gesturing towards the towering wooden clock.
“You know,” Luxord began, looking over at the other Nobody, “does this mean Xigbar’s claustrophobic and Larxene gets anxious around wires and lightbulbs?”
Now it was Axel’s turn to smirk. “I don’t know, but I have to admit, I like your thinking.”
“Now, I didn’t propose we test the theory,” Luxord pointed out. After a moment he added, “Yet. Either way, I’m out of here. I don’t know why I’m still standing around. Since you so expertly explained to me the cause of my annoyance.”
“Glad to be of service.”
“I’m sure you are.”
As they left the room, hundreds of clocks began to chime the hour, save one, which played a midi version of “I’ve Got a Lovely Bunch of Coconuts” instead.
end.
I'd nearly forgotten about it. Heheh.
Title: Tick-tock
Claim: Luxord
Rating: PG
Prompt: 03. Connected [coiled inescapably]
Word Count: 680
Summary: In which Axel explains, among other things, the reason why Luxord dislikes clocks.
Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts is, most obviously, owned by big name companies and not by a girl sitting at a laptop on her bedroom floor.
A/N: Ooh, I can never be serious. Humor or bust, baby! Pffft. I’m just too attached to snark.
[[List of Awesome]]
Luxord didn’t like this, and he didn’t know why. He was in his element, in the zone, in whatever other idiom or metaphor one could think of. So why should he feel so incredibly out of place?
It was one of the odder rooms in The Castle That Never Was; a room filled entirely with clocks had very little need in a place that ignored the passage of time. Luxord, insofar as he knew, was the only one that had found it.
He was currently inspecting a large grandfather clock when a reflection in the glass caught his eye. Sighing, he turned around to speak to the man behind him. So much for what he thought he knew.
“I didn’t think you liked clocks very much,” Axel greeted Luxord before he could get a word in. He was leaning against what looked like a towering stack of small, square clocks made of purple plastic.
“What gave you that idea?” Luxord asked. Around them, the ticking of the many clocks continued on, never ceasing.
“I’m rather observant. You’ve been looking ill ever since you stepped in here,” Axel answered, smiling. Beside him, the purple clocks creaked ominously, threatening to tumble if he didn’t move.
“I’m not going to comment on the fact that you’ve been watching me,” Luxord replied, crossing his arms over his chest. “And that deserves further explanation.”
Axel shrugged, stepping closer to the Gambler of Fate and the grandfather clock. “It’s easy, really. You should have realized it by now.”
“That you’re a cryptic bastard who bothers people for fun?”
“No. This time is trapped. Though I wouldn’t say you’re wrong either, on that topic,” Axel replied, grinning.
“Pardon?”
“Well, you know, I do enjoy — ”
“Not that,” Luxord interrupted, frowning. “Why don’t I like this room?” He was curious, to say the least, about what Axel thought the problem was. It was better than his own idea — he didn’t even have one.
Axel sighed. “Do I need to spell it out for you? Look. You control time.” He slapped the side of the grandfather clock, which groaned in warning. “Clocks are, basically, keepers of time. They trap it, keep it in check. You mess with a clock, you can change the time, right? So the time’s bound by the rules of the clock.”
Luxord nodded thoughtfully. “I think I see where this is going. I subconsciously can’t stand to have my element contained like this.” He grinned. “Is that why Demyx always attempts to drink straight from the tap, instead of using a glass?”
“Demyx’s overly sensitive.” Axel snorted. “But I’m glad you got it. Took you long enough.”
“I’ve never thought so deeply about it before,” Luxord replied, raising an eyebrow as if asking Axel what the heck he had been doing pondering all this.
“You know those small metal things some worlds have, where you click the corner and light a fire?”
“Lighters? Yes.”
“Hate ‘em. Hate ‘em with all my non-existent heart.”
Still grinning, Luxord glanced back at the grandfather clock he had been inspecting. “Well, it’s good to know. Here I was thinking it was all just because of the peculiarity of these clocks.”
Axel cocked his head to the side interestedly. “Yeah, the floral pattern is doing nothing for its antiquity factor,” he decided, gesturing towards the towering wooden clock.
“You know,” Luxord began, looking over at the other Nobody, “does this mean Xigbar’s claustrophobic and Larxene gets anxious around wires and lightbulbs?”
Now it was Axel’s turn to smirk. “I don’t know, but I have to admit, I like your thinking.”
“Now, I didn’t propose we test the theory,” Luxord pointed out. After a moment he added, “Yet. Either way, I’m out of here. I don’t know why I’m still standing around. Since you so expertly explained to me the cause of my annoyance.”
“Glad to be of service.”
“I’m sure you are.”
As they left the room, hundreds of clocks began to chime the hour, save one, which played a midi version of “I’ve Got a Lovely Bunch of Coconuts” instead.
end.
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I like the thought, too. Nobodies hating whatever 'contains' their element. That's a really smart idea.
Though I never thought about it in Luxord's terms. Acutally, I wrote a Luxord x Lexeaus once that used metaphors of chiming on the hour, the glass on the face of the clock breaking, and hands reaching for numbers to describe a sexual encounter.
Great job!
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Aw, thank you. =^-^=
Ooh, you taunt me with your skillzorz.
Ahaha. ♥
Glad you liked it.
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XD Not taunt. Uhm. Depict? Oh, well. I hug you anyway?
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HUGS, YAY.
*glomps*
Stupid LJ, it eats all my comment notices for my silly journal. CURSES.no subject
You've touched on a very interesting idea here. I like light-hearted things that can be deep too! The idea of Nobodies disliking things containing their element makes a lot of sense.
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Thanks! I was actually pretty proud of myself for thinking something like this up. xD Glad ya liked it.
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I like your insight on this really. AND it featured my two FAVORITE characters!!
*loves*
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♥
Glad you enjoyed it! ^-^
*huggles*
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I like your writing and the way you express things, it made me happy to see you posting again. The whole theory of trapping elements is pretty interesting. ^_^
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Mmm, thank you very much. ^-^
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This is just pure brilliance~. The whole concept, the speculations, the final sentence. Love it. ♥ :)
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Bad luck? xD♥
Aw, thanks. Glad you liked it!
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“Is that why Demyx always attempts to drink straight from the tap, instead of using a glass?”
That's funny.
“does this mean Xigbar’s claustrophobic and Larxene gets anxious around wires and lightbulbs?”
Awesome.