[[Roxas and Sora || Closing In]]
Who? vacationisalie and lockandkeyblade
Where? Castle Oblivion, the Chamber of Waking
When? After Aventure times, Chats at Memory Skyscraper, Hopeless Bargains and The Day of Reckoning
Warnings? NEVER ENDING FLUFF- THE END OF A GODDAMN SAGA.
[Every step was taken blindly. Riku had been left inside the Gummi ship, assured that Castle Oblivion was now barren, merely a maze of traps and pitfalls that Roxas had assured him he had no chance of falling into.]
[He hadn’t, however, told the older teen about the blindfold he’d stolen from his person. The very same he was wearing now, from the moment he had stepped through the door, blind to the turns and stairs, the surroundings, no matter how much curiosity burned through him to see that place that Axel had once been stationed in for so long, where so many of Organization members had died. But he refrained all the while, concentrating on the motions, on the gentle directions that led him the right way, a favor, a gift that wouldn’t be shared past the slightest mistake.]
[What he was doing- what they were doing- it was dangerous. A secret no one was supposed to know, and it was all for Sora that such secrets were placed on hazardous grounds.]
[All because Sora had been helping people before he was even aware of himself. It was so- typical of him that with that thought and the impending destination combined, Roxas carried himself forwards with a smile, for minutes, hours, days? Time was a lost concept.]
[But for each journey, there was always an ending destination, and Roxas could feel it the moment he arrived, a changing in the atmosphere, the tone, his own heart. When he took off the blindfold, door closed firmly shut behind him, his eyes weren’t on the details of the room. Not on the spacious white, the chained, protective emblems of Keyblade masters come and gone from time floating through the room, nor the details upon the floor.]
[They weren’t on the large throne against the wall across from him, or the blonde teen slumbering upon it, features eerily similar to his own. Roxas is assured by the fact that he knows him, somehow. His guide through all of this, to whom he owes endless thanks. No-]
[His eyes go straight to the boy’s hands and the shimmer lying across them. The Nobody crosses the room as quickly as he dares, afraid his body is going to give out, and then he’s there, he’s there and its okay that his legs have crumpled beneath his own weight because that warmth, that light, Sora is cradled in his hands, only a base form of pure light, a ball the size of a large Christmas ornament, and it takes a few tries to actually get his voice out.]
Sora? It’s- it’s time to wake up.
[…He hopes that all Sora needs right now is a voice to guide him.]
Where? Castle Oblivion, the Chamber of Waking
When? After Aventure times, Chats at Memory Skyscraper, Hopeless Bargains and The Day of Reckoning
Warnings? NEVER ENDING FLUFF- THE END OF A GODDAMN SAGA.
[Every step was taken blindly. Riku had been left inside the Gummi ship, assured that Castle Oblivion was now barren, merely a maze of traps and pitfalls that Roxas had assured him he had no chance of falling into.]
[He hadn’t, however, told the older teen about the blindfold he’d stolen from his person. The very same he was wearing now, from the moment he had stepped through the door, blind to the turns and stairs, the surroundings, no matter how much curiosity burned through him to see that place that Axel had once been stationed in for so long, where so many of Organization members had died. But he refrained all the while, concentrating on the motions, on the gentle directions that led him the right way, a favor, a gift that wouldn’t be shared past the slightest mistake.]
[What he was doing- what they were doing- it was dangerous. A secret no one was supposed to know, and it was all for Sora that such secrets were placed on hazardous grounds.]
[All because Sora had been helping people before he was even aware of himself. It was so- typical of him that with that thought and the impending destination combined, Roxas carried himself forwards with a smile, for minutes, hours, days? Time was a lost concept.]
[But for each journey, there was always an ending destination, and Roxas could feel it the moment he arrived, a changing in the atmosphere, the tone, his own heart. When he took off the blindfold, door closed firmly shut behind him, his eyes weren’t on the details of the room. Not on the spacious white, the chained, protective emblems of Keyblade masters come and gone from time floating through the room, nor the details upon the floor.]
[They weren’t on the large throne against the wall across from him, or the blonde teen slumbering upon it, features eerily similar to his own. Roxas is assured by the fact that he knows him, somehow. His guide through all of this, to whom he owes endless thanks. No-]
[His eyes go straight to the boy’s hands and the shimmer lying across them. The Nobody crosses the room as quickly as he dares, afraid his body is going to give out, and then he’s there, he’s there and its okay that his legs have crumpled beneath his own weight because that warmth, that light, Sora is cradled in his hands, only a base form of pure light, a ball the size of a large Christmas ornament, and it takes a few tries to actually get his voice out.]
Sora? It’s- it’s time to wake up.
[…He hopes that all Sora needs right now is a voice to guide him.]