[ DGM: when all is said and done ]

[tactician]

Fandom: D. Grayman
Genre: N/A
Characters: Allen (Rinali, Kanda, Rabi)
Warning: None

There was blood on the floor, thick, black and spread like paint. The akuma's body laid mangled, in deformed pieces and gruesome shreds. The civilians had no remains, blasted into dust when the first attack was launched.

Rinali was limping; her injured leg making her stumble. Rabi lay on his back, trying to breathe despite his broken ribs. Kanda sat with arms wrapped around the bleeding cut in his side.

Allen stood knee-deep in ashes and dirt, studying the glowing block in his cursed hand and wondered what was so innocent about this.

Comments

[themadteaparty.livejournal.com]

Aho! So you are finding time to write fic in HK, I see? :D ♥

I love this--the last sentence is just beautiful. TT^TT I adore your writing style--no affectations, simple, clean, precise, but emotional all the same. *revolted by most flowery stuff...* You rock.

[via-inertia.livejournal.com]

This was good. Short and very drabble-esque, you seriously drove the point home here as eloquently as possible with so little words. Consider it adored!