FIC: Dreaming (Kingdom Hearts)
Title: Dreaming
Rating: G
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts (Post-CoM; Pre-KH2)
Character(s): Kairi
Summary: For Week 12/#4 - "Dreaming permits each and every..." @ on_thecouch
Words: 794
Warnings: Italics galore.
So I did this for that comm awhile back. I haven't been doing much for it... I've probably been kicked XD Donno. Haven't felt like checking. But basically the premise of the prompts is that whatever character you're writing for is having therapy sessions. The version of Kairi I was using was her from the end of CoM to the beginning of KH2; the year in which she doesn't remember Sora.
"Dreaming permits each and every one of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of the week." - WILLIAM DEMENT, Newsweek, Nov. 30, 1959
I’ve been having these weird dreams lately - someone once said that to me, but I don’t tell the doctor. She doesn’t need to know that, right? It doesn’t really reflect onto my dreams, they’re just words. Just something I heard, once. He pondered: is any of this for real, or not? And that’s what makes me reflect the most. Those words I repeat to her, and she tilts her head at me, curious and attentive, and says that sometimes, sometimes she wonders the same thing.
I’m not sure if that reassures me or not. At the moment, I think I’ll let it. It’s a nice thought not to be alone in these sorts of things. I still don’t think I need therapy, so the small comment makes me feel less… crazy, I guess.
There’s one night when I’m sliding along branches, wind in my face, losing my balance every once and awhile, and then I’m falling, falling, and I land in leaves. Amazingly green leaves! And there’s a gorilla, scared, and doesn’t stop running off when I reach out and try to utter and apology.
Another night and it’s darker. The town is haunted, full of more than just Heartless - and I know they’re Heartless, even if they seem to try and disguise themselves, I know it, because that’s what my own heart it thrumming to me. There are ghosts though, too, but one of them has a firefly-like nose, and I grin and laugh and want to follow him, but there are other matters to attend to, it feels like that, anyway. I turn to a tall - so much taller than me, and probably more than Riku, too - skeleton, and know that I can rely on him, even if he seems to be of crazy ideals, but we’re all a bit crazy in our ways sometimes, aren’t we?
And then I’m swimming, but not like I always am, not floating above the ocean’s waves, or splashing about with Selphie and the boys. No, I’m far, far beneath those waves - certainly not the ones of the island. It’s funny, everyone seems so different, and not in the ways of skeletons and ghosts; there are turtles and squids and I think mermaids, and we’re swimming besides dolphins through the current, and Heartless hardly seem a bother right now if I can just keep swimming, feeling free -
“Sometimes, Kairi, I have dreams of unimaginable places, too,” she says.
I wrinkle my nose. She thinks I have a wild imagination, and suggests that I start writing down my dreams, but I remember them clearly. They’re so vivid as if I’ve been there myself, but the only other worlds I’ve set foot on are Hollow Bastion and Traverse Town. Those places are nothing like the ones in my dreams.
“I wish I could see those people again,” I say, truthfully.
“Riku?” she asks.
“Not just Riku. I met others on different worlds: Aerith and Yuffie, Leon and Cloud… Donald, Goofy…”
But she doesn’t quite believe there are other worlds. I know there’s a small, youthful spark somewhere in her eyes, where I think she wants to. To believe that it’s possible, but she has no proof. She can try to be as open-minded as possible, but without that bit of evidence, she just continues to stare at me, sympathetically.
“They do exist, you know,” I grumble as an answer to her look. “I’ve met them, I have! They’re just all… far away now… The… the worlds are closed off,” I’m not sure why I say it, but I do. I’m not sure how I know, but I feel it. A pain in my heart, and I keep myself from clutching my chest and keeping neutral.
“Do you dream of them, too?”
“Sometimes,” I say quietly. “But I wake of colder when I do. They always want to tell me something, but something always happens before they can, and then we all just end up confused.”
“And that’s not a memory?”
“No… it…” I frown and sigh, glancing away. “Something is missing. And we all lost it. That’s the only way I can explain it.”
“That’s alright, Kairi. I think that’s enough for today, don’t you?”
I nod and collect my things, heading for the door. She calls back to me and I glance over my shoulder, blinking.
“Sleep well, Kairi.”
Tonight I dream of all worlds, drowning in darkness, crying for their light to be returned, and I hear them. I hear them all, from standing back on a fragment of beach, I reach out and there’s no one there, and I know their lights came back, I know their hearts were returned, just like mine. But it’s painful and fuzzy and I’m going crazy, and I know I wake up cold.
((Okay… so the last part is a biiiit of a stretch, because it’s loosely of The End of the World, and before Sora went there, Kairi had her heart restored to her. I’d like to think though that their hearts are still always connected, and that she still got a fuzzy connection of it. That, and when the worlds were rebuilding, she was there on that beach fragment, and probably would’ve felt something of all the worlds at that moment as well. But she can’t remember Sora, so.))
Rating: G
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts (Post-CoM; Pre-KH2)
Character(s): Kairi
Summary: For Week 12/#4 - "Dreaming permits each and every..." @ on_thecouch
Words: 794
Warnings: Italics galore.
So I did this for that comm awhile back. I haven't been doing much for it... I've probably been kicked XD Donno. Haven't felt like checking. But basically the premise of the prompts is that whatever character you're writing for is having therapy sessions. The version of Kairi I was using was her from the end of CoM to the beginning of KH2; the year in which she doesn't remember Sora.
"Dreaming permits each and every one of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of the week." - WILLIAM DEMENT, Newsweek, Nov. 30, 1959
I’ve been having these weird dreams lately - someone once said that to me, but I don’t tell the doctor. She doesn’t need to know that, right? It doesn’t really reflect onto my dreams, they’re just words. Just something I heard, once. He pondered: is any of this for real, or not? And that’s what makes me reflect the most. Those words I repeat to her, and she tilts her head at me, curious and attentive, and says that sometimes, sometimes she wonders the same thing.
I’m not sure if that reassures me or not. At the moment, I think I’ll let it. It’s a nice thought not to be alone in these sorts of things. I still don’t think I need therapy, so the small comment makes me feel less… crazy, I guess.
There’s one night when I’m sliding along branches, wind in my face, losing my balance every once and awhile, and then I’m falling, falling, and I land in leaves. Amazingly green leaves! And there’s a gorilla, scared, and doesn’t stop running off when I reach out and try to utter and apology.
Another night and it’s darker. The town is haunted, full of more than just Heartless - and I know they’re Heartless, even if they seem to try and disguise themselves, I know it, because that’s what my own heart it thrumming to me. There are ghosts though, too, but one of them has a firefly-like nose, and I grin and laugh and want to follow him, but there are other matters to attend to, it feels like that, anyway. I turn to a tall - so much taller than me, and probably more than Riku, too - skeleton, and know that I can rely on him, even if he seems to be of crazy ideals, but we’re all a bit crazy in our ways sometimes, aren’t we?
And then I’m swimming, but not like I always am, not floating above the ocean’s waves, or splashing about with Selphie and the boys. No, I’m far, far beneath those waves - certainly not the ones of the island. It’s funny, everyone seems so different, and not in the ways of skeletons and ghosts; there are turtles and squids and I think mermaids, and we’re swimming besides dolphins through the current, and Heartless hardly seem a bother right now if I can just keep swimming, feeling free -
“Sometimes, Kairi, I have dreams of unimaginable places, too,” she says.
I wrinkle my nose. She thinks I have a wild imagination, and suggests that I start writing down my dreams, but I remember them clearly. They’re so vivid as if I’ve been there myself, but the only other worlds I’ve set foot on are Hollow Bastion and Traverse Town. Those places are nothing like the ones in my dreams.
“I wish I could see those people again,” I say, truthfully.
“Riku?” she asks.
“Not just Riku. I met others on different worlds: Aerith and Yuffie, Leon and Cloud… Donald, Goofy…”
But she doesn’t quite believe there are other worlds. I know there’s a small, youthful spark somewhere in her eyes, where I think she wants to. To believe that it’s possible, but she has no proof. She can try to be as open-minded as possible, but without that bit of evidence, she just continues to stare at me, sympathetically.
“They do exist, you know,” I grumble as an answer to her look. “I’ve met them, I have! They’re just all… far away now… The… the worlds are closed off,” I’m not sure why I say it, but I do. I’m not sure how I know, but I feel it. A pain in my heart, and I keep myself from clutching my chest and keeping neutral.
“Do you dream of them, too?”
“Sometimes,” I say quietly. “But I wake of colder when I do. They always want to tell me something, but something always happens before they can, and then we all just end up confused.”
“And that’s not a memory?”
“No… it…” I frown and sigh, glancing away. “Something is missing. And we all lost it. That’s the only way I can explain it.”
“That’s alright, Kairi. I think that’s enough for today, don’t you?”
I nod and collect my things, heading for the door. She calls back to me and I glance over my shoulder, blinking.
“Sleep well, Kairi.”
Tonight I dream of all worlds, drowning in darkness, crying for their light to be returned, and I hear them. I hear them all, from standing back on a fragment of beach, I reach out and there’s no one there, and I know their lights came back, I know their hearts were returned, just like mine. But it’s painful and fuzzy and I’m going crazy, and I know I wake up cold.
((Okay… so the last part is a biiiit of a stretch, because it’s loosely of The End of the World, and before Sora went there, Kairi had her heart restored to her. I’d like to think though that their hearts are still always connected, and that she still got a fuzzy connection of it. That, and when the worlds were rebuilding, she was there on that beach fragment, and probably would’ve felt something of all the worlds at that moment as well. But she can’t remember Sora, so.))