Kanna, Theme #17 - soul
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30shardsTitle: Moth to Flame
Character: Kanna
Theme: #17, soul
Rating: G
Squicks: nonsexual Kanna->Kagome, implied Naraku/Kikyou.
Notes: just a drabble-like thing (300-ish words) this time
He puts the mirror in her hands the day he births her, his silent heartless daughter made to order. She slides her fingers across the silver surface as he turns away. She imagines her hands slipping past the silver into the place beneath, the place where souls (she knows like instinct) invert into something very akin to nothing at all. When she thinks of it, her new skin aches to fall away from her bones, her new bones ache to crumble to dust, her dust to air. Perhaps someday after dust to air, she could fade away entirely.
She calls their souls and they come; she takes their souls and counts them lucky. She takes her soul, her brilliant beautiful soul. Then she watches it spill on and on like an endless tide, too much of something to yield to nothing, enough of something to extinguish all the nothing in her mirror (in her). It splits the mirror and she touches the gouge it left behind; it cuts her and she watches herself bleed. For the first time, she wants something for her mirror, and not just because Naraku bids her want it.
She says later, “When it is through, I would like her soul.”
He looks at her strangely. “No,” he says, frowning. (Kagome is Kikyou is his flaw; is perhaps hers too)
She nods.
Afterward, she remembers the great soul she could not have and thinks of Kagome (and what a lovely flaw to have) until the thought leaves her, caught up in her mirror, which draws in all her thoughts eventually and hides them from her. Perhaps that’s where he hid her heart. Perhaps her soul left to join it, or perhaps she has never had a soul at all. How to tell if someone has a soul or not? The only way she knows to see is to pull them out of people and hers will not answer when she calls.
She looks in her mirror, searching for a corner of Kagome’s that tore inside, perhaps. She has enough of a soul; couldn’t she have left a splinter behind? she thinks.
Character: Kanna
Theme: #17, soul
Rating: G
Squicks: nonsexual Kanna->Kagome, implied Naraku/Kikyou.
Notes: just a drabble-like thing (300-ish words) this time
He puts the mirror in her hands the day he births her, his silent heartless daughter made to order. She slides her fingers across the silver surface as he turns away. She imagines her hands slipping past the silver into the place beneath, the place where souls (she knows like instinct) invert into something very akin to nothing at all. When she thinks of it, her new skin aches to fall away from her bones, her new bones ache to crumble to dust, her dust to air. Perhaps someday after dust to air, she could fade away entirely.
She calls their souls and they come; she takes their souls and counts them lucky. She takes her soul, her brilliant beautiful soul. Then she watches it spill on and on like an endless tide, too much of something to yield to nothing, enough of something to extinguish all the nothing in her mirror (in her). It splits the mirror and she touches the gouge it left behind; it cuts her and she watches herself bleed. For the first time, she wants something for her mirror, and not just because Naraku bids her want it.
She says later, “When it is through, I would like her soul.”
He looks at her strangely. “No,” he says, frowning. (Kagome is Kikyou is his flaw; is perhaps hers too)
She nods.
Afterward, she remembers the great soul she could not have and thinks of Kagome (and what a lovely flaw to have) until the thought leaves her, caught up in her mirror, which draws in all her thoughts eventually and hides them from her. Perhaps that’s where he hid her heart. Perhaps her soul left to join it, or perhaps she has never had a soul at all. How to tell if someone has a soul or not? The only way she knows to see is to pull them out of people and hers will not answer when she calls.
She looks in her mirror, searching for a corner of Kagome’s that tore inside, perhaps. She has enough of a soul; couldn’t she have left a splinter behind? she thinks.
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