Challenge 217
Challenge: [217] Letting Go
Title: Wishes for the Sky and Sea
Word Count: 278
Spoilers: BBS
Riku sits by the water, and takes a perfectly ripe paopu in his hands. Carefully, he breaks of the edges and gently drifts them into the current.
One for Braig, who always tried to keep them sane, and cared the most about losing humanity.
One for Dilan, the staunch guard. What did he want, except to get them all home safe?
One for Even, who never yearned for more than knowledge, and, perhaps, friendship.
One for Aeleus, the quiet one. Perhaps, Riku thinks, he didn’t need words.
One for Ienzo, who wished only to please his adoptive father, and in the process lost all.
And the heart of the fruit, with the seeds of a new beginning, is floated out for Xehanort.
Riku sits there, on the sand, as storm clouds gather to whisk his little gifts on their way. He knows when Sora and Kairi walk down, when they sit a small distance behind him on either side. He feels it when they move up close to him, and sit pressed close to watch the sky. He knows, and still he waits.
“Sometimes, you know, I feel sorry for them. They wanted so much, and it all went wrong. I think there’s a sort of a gift in letting go, and I kinda wish they’d had it.”
And as Riku sinks back into their warm embrace and a light rain comes pattering down, he sends out a wish, for the sea and breeze to hear.
“I hope it finds them, wherever they are. I hope they can plant a tree.”
And he fancies the sky, and the land, and the sea, will ensure it gets there safely.
Title: Wishes for the Sky and Sea
Word Count: 278
Spoilers: BBS
Riku sits by the water, and takes a perfectly ripe paopu in his hands. Carefully, he breaks of the edges and gently drifts them into the current.
One for Braig, who always tried to keep them sane, and cared the most about losing humanity.
One for Dilan, the staunch guard. What did he want, except to get them all home safe?
One for Even, who never yearned for more than knowledge, and, perhaps, friendship.
One for Aeleus, the quiet one. Perhaps, Riku thinks, he didn’t need words.
One for Ienzo, who wished only to please his adoptive father, and in the process lost all.
And the heart of the fruit, with the seeds of a new beginning, is floated out for Xehanort.
Riku sits there, on the sand, as storm clouds gather to whisk his little gifts on their way. He knows when Sora and Kairi walk down, when they sit a small distance behind him on either side. He feels it when they move up close to him, and sit pressed close to watch the sky. He knows, and still he waits.
“Sometimes, you know, I feel sorry for them. They wanted so much, and it all went wrong. I think there’s a sort of a gift in letting go, and I kinda wish they’d had it.”
And as Riku sinks back into their warm embrace and a light rain comes pattering down, he sends out a wish, for the sea and breeze to hear.
“I hope it finds them, wherever they are. I hope they can plant a tree.”
And he fancies the sky, and the land, and the sea, will ensure it gets there safely.