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kinkfestTitle: Oathkeeper and Oblivion
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wherdragon
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts 2
Word Count: 331
Spoilers: Not really
Warnings: none
Prompt: (see after the ficlet)
Disclaimer: I don't own this, make money from it, or anything. Please don't sue me, SquareEnix or Disney...
A/N: This just bit me now, and I hadn't signed up for it, or seen anyone write it so... yay? Even if it was for Nov 16, 2008?
He kept his oaths. That was why he stayed so silent during the meetings. Well, at least one of the reasons. If the others took his silent stare as agreement, it wasn't an oath, wasn't a promise, and so he wasn't bound by it if he didn't want to be.
She had given him the bond that he had made into Oathkeeper, keyblade of his promises, the ones of the heart that bound him stronger than any chains or spells he had encountered in all his adventures.
It bothered him to be bound by promises he hadn't quite made, even if he was sure the people holding the other ends were good people. He reminded him that it wasn't they who held the other end; an oath the way he did it had only the one end, the one he kept because that's who he was.
He liked that about himself.
But it was odd that one of his most powerful Keyblades was Oblivion, chain of forgetting, or maybe of not knowing. Odd that the power of forgetting was the one he used most consistently for his toughest foes: Heartless, Nobody, or dark power.
He vaguely knew himself to be an idiot in that way. He might keep all his promises, carefully and faithfully, but that didn't mean that remembering everything like his friends did (could he call them friends? He supposed so) helped. There were also those blanks where he didn't remember, or didn't want to.
Well that was weird. It almost sounded like he thought the forgetting was as in his control as keeping his promises.
It was who he was, both ways, oath and oblivion. And who he wanted to be. _That_ was why he knew who he was, whichever side of the half-light he was on.
Hardly needed a whole essay to come to that conclusion, though.
His mouth turned up a little at one corner, and those watching wondered what he was thinking.
[Prompt was Nov16 Roxas: Balance - Roxas reflects on his two Keyblades, Oathkeeper and Oblivion. I took it a little away from that, but I hope the prompter likes it.]
Author:
wherdragonFandom: Kingdom Hearts 2
Word Count: 331
Spoilers: Not really
Warnings: none
Prompt: (see after the ficlet)
Disclaimer: I don't own this, make money from it, or anything. Please don't sue me, SquareEnix or Disney...
A/N: This just bit me now, and I hadn't signed up for it, or seen anyone write it so... yay? Even if it was for Nov 16, 2008?
He kept his oaths. That was why he stayed so silent during the meetings. Well, at least one of the reasons. If the others took his silent stare as agreement, it wasn't an oath, wasn't a promise, and so he wasn't bound by it if he didn't want to be.
She had given him the bond that he had made into Oathkeeper, keyblade of his promises, the ones of the heart that bound him stronger than any chains or spells he had encountered in all his adventures.
It bothered him to be bound by promises he hadn't quite made, even if he was sure the people holding the other ends were good people. He reminded him that it wasn't they who held the other end; an oath the way he did it had only the one end, the one he kept because that's who he was.
He liked that about himself.
But it was odd that one of his most powerful Keyblades was Oblivion, chain of forgetting, or maybe of not knowing. Odd that the power of forgetting was the one he used most consistently for his toughest foes: Heartless, Nobody, or dark power.
He vaguely knew himself to be an idiot in that way. He might keep all his promises, carefully and faithfully, but that didn't mean that remembering everything like his friends did (could he call them friends? He supposed so) helped. There were also those blanks where he didn't remember, or didn't want to.
Well that was weird. It almost sounded like he thought the forgetting was as in his control as keeping his promises.
It was who he was, both ways, oath and oblivion. And who he wanted to be. _That_ was why he knew who he was, whichever side of the half-light he was on.
Hardly needed a whole essay to come to that conclusion, though.
His mouth turned up a little at one corner, and those watching wondered what he was thinking.
[Prompt was Nov16 Roxas: Balance - Roxas reflects on his two Keyblades, Oathkeeper and Oblivion. I took it a little away from that, but I hope the prompter likes it.]
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