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Dec. 31st, 2006 09:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
purplekitteDarn it, nearly finished. Two hours and fifteen minutes left on the clock. Don't give out, left arm. I know you hurt and this position in this chair is just making it worse, but please hold out.
Title: Shattered
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purplekitte
Theme: Shitennou--Rage
Genre: Dark
Version: PGSM
Rating: PG
Kunzite had never thrown destructive temper tantrums, even as a child. He might scream and shout, but he never hurt things.
The sound of tearing paper made him cringe. The sound of glass breaking made him want to gather up every little shard and glue or magic them back together.
The breath of the dark goddess who had come to him turned the flowers on his table from white to black. He smiled cruelly and tore the petals from the flower and scattered them around the room.
No more being cold. No more being in control. His hatred, his rage, was a hot thing, burning inside him.
Time to see if the world would break.
Title: Shattered
Author:
purplekitteTheme: Shitennou--Rage
Genre: Dark
Version: PGSM
Rating: PG
Kunzite had never thrown destructive temper tantrums, even as a child. He might scream and shout, but he never hurt things.
The sound of tearing paper made him cringe. The sound of glass breaking made him want to gather up every little shard and glue or magic them back together.
The breath of the dark goddess who had come to him turned the flowers on his table from white to black. He smiled cruelly and tore the petals from the flower and scattered them around the room.
No more being cold. No more being in control. His hatred, his rage, was a hot thing, burning inside him.
Time to see if the world would break.
