Challenge [230]
Challenge: [230 - Whisper]
Title: In Closing
Word Count: 146
Spoilers: Spoilers for Birth by Sleep, notably Aqua's ending.
Notes: Not exactly what I was going for, but a drabble nonetheless; this is me trying to get back into the swing of things.
She knows he is there when the silence breaks.
When the darkness fades - her darkness, memories faded by the water’s lulling rhythm, but memories all the same; when time moves again, etching its imminent pattern. When the shadows finally bend until they fracture and splinter and shatter; when the coarse, gritty sand digs into her palms and the tangy scent of sea spray returns and her heart overflows with such emotion thought to have laid dormant inside for far too long, and a moment passes before she recognizes it as happiness…
He is there, a shadow cast so far forward in time, yet so much the same; the blade that twirls on his fingers is Ventus’, the sheer confidence behind his eyes is Terra’s; the light burning in tempest’s swirling fire, a guiding hand across the ocean between them.
She smiles softly, and whispers.
Hello, Sora.
Title: In Closing
Word Count: 146
Spoilers: Spoilers for Birth by Sleep, notably Aqua's ending.
Notes: Not exactly what I was going for, but a drabble nonetheless; this is me trying to get back into the swing of things.
She knows he is there when the silence breaks.
When the darkness fades - her darkness, memories faded by the water’s lulling rhythm, but memories all the same; when time moves again, etching its imminent pattern. When the shadows finally bend until they fracture and splinter and shatter; when the coarse, gritty sand digs into her palms and the tangy scent of sea spray returns and her heart overflows with such emotion thought to have laid dormant inside for far too long, and a moment passes before she recognizes it as happiness…
He is there, a shadow cast so far forward in time, yet so much the same; the blade that twirls on his fingers is Ventus’, the sheer confidence behind his eyes is Terra’s; the light burning in tempest’s swirling fire, a guiding hand across the ocean between them.
She smiles softly, and whispers.
Hello, Sora.