Sora is asleep on his bed, limbs outstretched and tangled in blankets and sheets. His mouth is slightly open and there might even be a bit of saliva hanging out of the corner.

The room is dark, save for a crack of light from beneath the doorway leading to the hall.

And next to him, on the floor -- since Sora insisted he get the bed (after all it ( Read more... )

Sora rushes into the bar in a direct path through the snow, not really looking to check whether Riku is following behind him or not (though he's sure he is), then up the staircase leading to his room. He would have stayed downstairs but the need to get out of his soaking wet coat and into something dry, as well as something warm (like his blanket ( Read more... )

Sora lies on his back, arms crossed behind his head as he stares up at the sky. His eyes grow heavier and heavier with each passing moment, slowly...until the sound of the wind and the general soundtrack of nature envelopes him, surrounding him, blurring his other senses ( Read more... )

Sora finds himself walking through the darkness. He raises his head up and around him to take in his surroundings, but it's difficult to make anything out in clear definition. He can feel the crevices and molds of walls on either side of him, which he touches with his hands, but his eyes cannot help him. The sounds of his feet echoing against the ( Read more... )

Sora remembers and when he does, it feels so real, it's as though he's stepping back into his memory...He feels short. Shorter than he thinks he really is. There's a different jaunt in his step, and he's running. Running and breathing hard, and yelling, "Riku! Riku, wait!" with a wooden sword in one small hand, and a clumsy rectangular piece of ( Read more... )