shall wear the starry crownzenellyMay 12 2011, 05:35:10 UTC
((FFFFF, I am so sorry this is late. Getting home has been SUPER hectic. To make up for it, here, have fic!))
The threads between them were as thick as a web, shining and glowing and never-ending. Brightly they shone, like strands of starlight and moonlight braided together. Mickey stared and wondered. Wondered how no one else could see it. It was apparent, bleeding and obvious, to him. They were bound together by ties that could not be easily severed, ties that were strong and everlasting.
He traced the lines to Sora, the tip of his nose twitching. The brunet boy sat, oblivious, on the sandy beach, swinging his feet idly into the surf. The sky and sea were reflected in his eyes, and the sound of his laughter swirled in the air like iridescent, shimmering music caught in the wind.
The other end of the line was firmly anchored in Riku's sternum, and the king watched as Sora's laughter lit up the threads that bound them. Riku's smile was easy as he joked with his friend, and his eyes were only for his light in the darkness, his sky, his Sora. It was remarkable, really, that they hadn't noticed. Blind of them, but remarkable.
Mickey stood to the side of them, not wanting to interfere with the web of connections the two had. He tilted his head, examining the colors and textures of the vibrant cords. So many. So many meanings were interwoven there.
There, the red meant that they had hurt each other.
There, the silver meant that they were someone the other depended on without question.
There, the blue meant they had saved each other's lives.
And there, the shade that was and wasn't a color.
Mickey had sucked in his breath when he had seen that for the first time, flickering and diving between all the other colors. Because that particular shade....
They were bound. They were meant to be in a way that just meant that they were always going to be together.
And so far, they hadn't noticed.
(Seeing these things had always been a talent of Mickey's. Who was to blame him if he made it stronger with his magic sometimes to understand people better?)
With a quiet tap of his Keyblade against the ground, and a softly whispered spell, Mickey turned around and began his long journey home. Hopefully now, they too would sense their connection. Hopefully, they would be braided together. Inseparable. Intertwined.
One and the same, whole and broken and complete.
((Augh, I hope this made seeeeense. My brain says it does, but the rest of me says it doesn't....))
Re: shall wear the starry crownmishiru_shiMay 16 2011, 14:16:25 UTC
omg this is so cute! Im really thankful ; ; I'd love to offer you something back but I can't even write one sentence in english OTL ... damn different languages But thank you ;3; really much
The threads between them were as thick as a web, shining and glowing and never-ending. Brightly they shone, like strands of starlight and moonlight braided together. Mickey stared and wondered. Wondered how no one else could see it. It was apparent, bleeding and obvious, to him. They were bound together by ties that could not be easily severed, ties that were strong and everlasting.
He traced the lines to Sora, the tip of his nose twitching. The brunet boy sat, oblivious, on the sandy beach, swinging his feet idly into the surf. The sky and sea were reflected in his eyes, and the sound of his laughter swirled in the air like iridescent, shimmering music caught in the wind.
The other end of the line was firmly anchored in Riku's sternum, and the king watched as Sora's laughter lit up the threads that bound them. Riku's smile was easy as he joked with his friend, and his eyes were only for his light in the darkness, his sky, his Sora. It was remarkable, really, that they hadn't noticed. Blind of them, but remarkable.
Mickey stood to the side of them, not wanting to interfere with the web of connections the two had. He tilted his head, examining the colors and textures of the vibrant cords. So many. So many meanings were interwoven there.
There, the red meant that they had hurt each other.
There, the silver meant that they were someone the other depended on without question.
There, the blue meant they had saved each other's lives.
And there, the shade that was and wasn't a color.
Mickey had sucked in his breath when he had seen that for the first time, flickering and diving between all the other colors. Because that particular shade....
They were bound. They were meant to be in a way that just meant that they were always going to be together.
And so far, they hadn't noticed.
(Seeing these things had always been a talent of Mickey's. Who was to blame him if he made it stronger with his magic sometimes to understand people better?)
With a quiet tap of his Keyblade against the ground, and a softly whispered spell, Mickey turned around and began his long journey home. Hopefully now, they too would sense their connection. Hopefully, they would be braided together. Inseparable. Intertwined.
One and the same, whole and broken and complete.
((Augh, I hope this made seeeeense. My brain says it does, but the rest of me says it doesn't....))
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I'd love to offer you something back but I can't even write one sentence in english OTL ... damn different languages
But thank you ;3; really much
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