Missing Days and Missing Halves - [Active, Closed]
Characters: Sora, Roxas, Namine (possibly Loz?)
Content: For the first time since separating, Roxas and Namine finally return to see Sora, who's sick.
Location: Inside Madison Square Garden
Time of day: The morning after getting back
Warnings: None, but potential angst
Sora was unbearably sick.
He'd been too hyped up on adrenaline when he'd first woken up to really notice. But after making sure that Daryan and Starfire were accounted for, getting back to the Garden and meeting with his friends, it finally hit him hard. He'd wanted to walk back to the new hotel, but didn't even feel like making it that far. Aerith's cure spell had helped, but not enough for a full recovery. He just managed to collapse onto an available bed in their tent at the Garden.
He wanted to shut his eyes and just sleep, but was almost afraid if he did so, he'd just wake up somewhere else entirely. Sora rubbed at his chest...it was tiring just to breathe, as if he had a bad case of the flu. And the one time he'd tried to summon the Keyblade in the park, it refused to come. He could still feel it there, on the edge of his consciousness...but something seemed to be blocking it. It was just like that Sunday they'd all missed, except worse.
How could I miss that many days?
True, he'd slept a whole year before. But this was different. Namine had been fixing his memories for that. Here, something...someone...had done this to them, done this to hurt them.
Sora rubbed at his aching head, trying to figure out what it could all mean.
Content: For the first time since separating, Roxas and Namine finally return to see Sora, who's sick.
Location: Inside Madison Square Garden
Time of day: The morning after getting back
Warnings: None, but potential angst
Sora was unbearably sick.
He'd been too hyped up on adrenaline when he'd first woken up to really notice. But after making sure that Daryan and Starfire were accounted for, getting back to the Garden and meeting with his friends, it finally hit him hard. He'd wanted to walk back to the new hotel, but didn't even feel like making it that far. Aerith's cure spell had helped, but not enough for a full recovery. He just managed to collapse onto an available bed in their tent at the Garden.
He wanted to shut his eyes and just sleep, but was almost afraid if he did so, he'd just wake up somewhere else entirely. Sora rubbed at his chest...it was tiring just to breathe, as if he had a bad case of the flu. And the one time he'd tried to summon the Keyblade in the park, it refused to come. He could still feel it there, on the edge of his consciousness...but something seemed to be blocking it. It was just like that Sunday they'd all missed, except worse.
How could I miss that many days?
True, he'd slept a whole year before. But this was different. Namine had been fixing his memories for that. Here, something...someone...had done this to them, done this to hurt them.
Sora rubbed at his aching head, trying to figure out what it could all mean.