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This is a challenge drabble for
cblm, and is in all of it's unbeta'ed and eye-bleeding glory.
My name is more of me than I am.
It was branded on me from the moment I was born--pressed into my hair, beaming forth from my eyes. My skin has taken on the very shade of those two syllables. I look at myself in the mirror and don’t even recognize who I am anymore.
Only what I’m called.
If I don’t know who I am, then I really can’t blame those who don’t bother to look past the surface of everything I’m supposed to be. I don’t know if there is anything left of me.
I was born of a thousand generations of pure, thin blood, and their quicksilver eyes make a habit of watching… of judging me, whenever my path crosses with one of their portraits.
I will never be what they want me to be.
I am drowning in the ocean of their tradition.
I never knew I wasn’t free until the day I reached towards the sky and found it just beyond my fingertips, the weight of my history pressing down on my shoulders.
I was not the first.
But.
I’m afraid that I will be the last.
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My name is more of me than I am.
It was branded on me from the moment I was born--pressed into my hair, beaming forth from my eyes. My skin has taken on the very shade of those two syllables. I look at myself in the mirror and don’t even recognize who I am anymore.
Only what I’m called.
If I don’t know who I am, then I really can’t blame those who don’t bother to look past the surface of everything I’m supposed to be. I don’t know if there is anything left of me.
I was born of a thousand generations of pure, thin blood, and their quicksilver eyes make a habit of watching… of judging me, whenever my path crosses with one of their portraits.
I will never be what they want me to be.
I am drowning in the ocean of their tradition.
I never knew I wasn’t free until the day I reached towards the sky and found it just beyond my fingertips, the weight of my history pressing down on my shoulders.
I was not the first.
But.
I’m afraid that I will be the last.
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I like it!
...
The line came about because my friend was assigned to write a self-portrait of himself and I was editing it for him. He'd meant to write something along the lines of, "My name is from...it represents me because..." And he came out with that line. He didn't like it, but I thought it sounded cool.
*loves*
Cai
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My drabble sucked though. I'm sorry!
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You know that that's not true.
You are a good writer. This was not bad at all.
Poor poor Draco.
La lalalala. *smiles* yes I have come to interfear with your life.
*smiles mischivously* *huggles*
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I liked the drabble, though. It made me smile. It went right along the lines of what I'd thought it should be.
*huggles*
Cai
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In that case, I'm glad you liked it. ^^
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Yup yup.
I haven't started on the dramatic monologues yet, but that's because my AP Teachers have all congregated and decided to kill me with HW this weekend. I'll try get into them tonight, maybe.
*loves*
Cai
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(Although it scares me, because he's become almost...-nonslashy- in my head. *blinks* Fortunately, Enigma!Draco will save me. ^___^
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and i like it, it's a wonderful character sketch like i haven't seen from you for a while.
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You mean I've done character sketches before? I only count 2, including this one. AND *gasp, faint, thud* They're both about Draco! Fancy that, eh?
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[laughs]