KH AU: Iridescent for Daine
Title: Iridescent
Author: Anakha
Genre: Romance, fluffish
Word length: 750
Sypnosis: Sora and Vanitas are a rather odd couple. The entire relationship shouldn't work, but it does. Even in moments where they have their little fights.
Pairings: Vanitas/Sora
Notes: This is a gift fic for failderp, may she enjoy it!
Their relationship isn’t exactly a kind one. It isn’t fluffy or full of rainbows, but it’s not dark and grim, either. It’s a strange one, for sure, and at times possibly even abusive. But it makes sense to them. To those outside, it is worrying, seeing the two together. Friends of one regard the other with wary speech and gaze. They express concern, often telling him to leave. But he can’t. Not because the other wants him not to leave, but because they both feel that this is something they need at this point in life.
Vanitas is dark as night, cynical, not the kind to let people in. Sora is as bright as the sun-filled sky he’s named after, warm and welcoming to everyone and fiercely protective of his loved ones. How they managed to get together like this, move into an apartment together and Vanitas not rip Sora to shreds is still a mystery to most, but whatever they have going on, it works. There is much snark, and what Vanitas says often seems cruel, but Sora seems to take something else out of those words-some hidden meaning only he can see.
Today is like any other Saturday with them. Lazy with little going on. They’re both off work, and it’s a day to relax together. The TV’s on, playing some old Disney movie from Sora’s childhood-something Vanitas never had. He doesn’t really like movies, but something about sitting on the couch with Sora, bowl of popcorn in his lap while the brunet eagerly bends forward and leans back at the right times makes it all worthwhile. Even if he doesn’t admit it out loud.
However, today is slightly different. Sora’s much quieter, and it leaves even Vanitas uncomfortable. Sora isn’t quiet during movies. He’s laughing and crying and talking. So he glances over, and takes note of how detached Sora is at the moment. Then and there, he’s aware that something is wrong.
“I can’t read minds,” he finally says, not even looking at Sora. He’d learned young that eye contact gets you hurt. It gives away things you don’t want to give away. Sora tenses for a moment, then looks directly at him. He can feel the eyes boring into him. Oh, so it’s something he did then…
“You forgot,” Sora finally mutters after a few minutes, scooting over to the complete opposite end of the couch. Vanitas blinks a few times, then looks over. He’s caught off-guard by what he sees. Usually, Sora just pouts when upset, but this isn’t a pout. He looks genuinely hurt. Vanitas’ words get caught in his throat as he tries to figure out just what happened.
“We’ve been together three years as of today,” Sora finally fires at him. It hits like an arrow in his chest. Three years, already? Time flies, doesn’t it? Still, Sora’s pretty upset that he hadn’t realized their anniversary was even coming up. So Vanitas just gives an aggravated sigh, puts the popcorn aside and stands up. He grabs Sora’s hand and pulls him up and after him, dragging him out the front door and down the street.
Finally, they come to a stop in the park, by a clear fountain. Sora looks at Vanitas, confusion on his face. There’s just a smirk there. Sora looks around, still confused and trying to figure out everything.
“What, forget already?” Vanitas asks, sounding more put off than he is. But Sora gets that, he always does. He can always, always seem to figure out what Vanitas is saying, even if he sounds angry. Finally, though, realization comes across his face and he suddenly plants a big kiss right on Vanitas’ cheek. (Never lips, Vanitas hates that in public.)
“…Where we met,” Sora finally admits, sheepishly. Yes, he remembers now. He’d been chasing his brother’s escaped dog and ran right into Vanitas, right here where they’re standing. After a moment, Vanitas awkwardly sits on the edge of the fountain, and Sora sits right next to him. And for awhile, they just talk in that odd way they have of sharing their feelings-Vanitas rough and guarded and veiled, Sora as open as a book but receptive to any hint of true meaning behind what Vanitas says. And they sit there like that for hours, just talking and talking and enjoying each other’s company.
Sora almost wishes his friends could see them like this: sharing their feelings until the moonlight casts iridescent ripples across their backs.
Author: Anakha
Genre: Romance, fluffish
Word length: 750
Sypnosis: Sora and Vanitas are a rather odd couple. The entire relationship shouldn't work, but it does. Even in moments where they have their little fights.
Pairings: Vanitas/Sora
Notes: This is a gift fic for failderp, may she enjoy it!
Their relationship isn’t exactly a kind one. It isn’t fluffy or full of rainbows, but it’s not dark and grim, either. It’s a strange one, for sure, and at times possibly even abusive. But it makes sense to them. To those outside, it is worrying, seeing the two together. Friends of one regard the other with wary speech and gaze. They express concern, often telling him to leave. But he can’t. Not because the other wants him not to leave, but because they both feel that this is something they need at this point in life.
Vanitas is dark as night, cynical, not the kind to let people in. Sora is as bright as the sun-filled sky he’s named after, warm and welcoming to everyone and fiercely protective of his loved ones. How they managed to get together like this, move into an apartment together and Vanitas not rip Sora to shreds is still a mystery to most, but whatever they have going on, it works. There is much snark, and what Vanitas says often seems cruel, but Sora seems to take something else out of those words-some hidden meaning only he can see.
Today is like any other Saturday with them. Lazy with little going on. They’re both off work, and it’s a day to relax together. The TV’s on, playing some old Disney movie from Sora’s childhood-something Vanitas never had. He doesn’t really like movies, but something about sitting on the couch with Sora, bowl of popcorn in his lap while the brunet eagerly bends forward and leans back at the right times makes it all worthwhile. Even if he doesn’t admit it out loud.
However, today is slightly different. Sora’s much quieter, and it leaves even Vanitas uncomfortable. Sora isn’t quiet during movies. He’s laughing and crying and talking. So he glances over, and takes note of how detached Sora is at the moment. Then and there, he’s aware that something is wrong.
“I can’t read minds,” he finally says, not even looking at Sora. He’d learned young that eye contact gets you hurt. It gives away things you don’t want to give away. Sora tenses for a moment, then looks directly at him. He can feel the eyes boring into him. Oh, so it’s something he did then…
“You forgot,” Sora finally mutters after a few minutes, scooting over to the complete opposite end of the couch. Vanitas blinks a few times, then looks over. He’s caught off-guard by what he sees. Usually, Sora just pouts when upset, but this isn’t a pout. He looks genuinely hurt. Vanitas’ words get caught in his throat as he tries to figure out just what happened.
“We’ve been together three years as of today,” Sora finally fires at him. It hits like an arrow in his chest. Three years, already? Time flies, doesn’t it? Still, Sora’s pretty upset that he hadn’t realized their anniversary was even coming up. So Vanitas just gives an aggravated sigh, puts the popcorn aside and stands up. He grabs Sora’s hand and pulls him up and after him, dragging him out the front door and down the street.
Finally, they come to a stop in the park, by a clear fountain. Sora looks at Vanitas, confusion on his face. There’s just a smirk there. Sora looks around, still confused and trying to figure out everything.
“What, forget already?” Vanitas asks, sounding more put off than he is. But Sora gets that, he always does. He can always, always seem to figure out what Vanitas is saying, even if he sounds angry. Finally, though, realization comes across his face and he suddenly plants a big kiss right on Vanitas’ cheek. (Never lips, Vanitas hates that in public.)
“…Where we met,” Sora finally admits, sheepishly. Yes, he remembers now. He’d been chasing his brother’s escaped dog and ran right into Vanitas, right here where they’re standing. After a moment, Vanitas awkwardly sits on the edge of the fountain, and Sora sits right next to him. And for awhile, they just talk in that odd way they have of sharing their feelings-Vanitas rough and guarded and veiled, Sora as open as a book but receptive to any hint of true meaning behind what Vanitas says. And they sit there like that for hours, just talking and talking and enjoying each other’s company.
Sora almost wishes his friends could see them like this: sharing their feelings until the moonlight casts iridescent ripples across their backs.