A Glimpse [Active]
Character(s): Roxas, anyone in Sora's apartment
Content: The nightmares have gotten Roxas, too
Setting: Sora's apartment
Time: late at night, week 36
Warnings: Roxas is involved, what do you think?
Sleep hadn't been something Roxas ever really got much of. He'd had too much on his mind lately, and while living with Ven and Sora had made things better for a while, lately it had just started reminding him how much he wasn't like them. Even though he looked, and even sounded just like Ventus...they couldn't be more different, it felt. Ven was always so happy, so ready to take everything on...how could Roxas be anything like that?
But the last few nights had been different. While he was used to having trouble sleeping, it had been getting worse and worse. He hadn't had any real nightmares for a long time, but now, they seemed to be coming every time he tried to sleep. The cold wasn't helping anything.
It took him a while to get back to sleep again, but soon enough he wished he hadn't.
Xion...or was that Sora?...stood on thin air, holding out her hand, pointing at him. He barely has time to blink as the image shifts to a monster, and darkness engulfs them both. A new place. The monster looks different, but it's still the same. It still looks like Sora, it still sounds like her. They clash, then darkness throws them to a new place again. Another shift in the monster, another clash, another scene change. And again. And a final time...Roxas is floating, fighting, the monster is huge...
The surface he was standing on shatters, he falls. Xion's in his arms, everything's falling apart. His eyes burn, his lungs rasp, his throat tightens...his heart aches, as he watches what's left of her disappear into nothingness.
"XION!" he called out, waking himself and shooting upright. He tried to catch his breath.
"Was that...really just a dream?" he asked the empty space in his room. A tear he hadn't even noticed fell from his chin, then another. He wiped them away carefully.
That...that hadn't been something he'd forgotten, had it? It had felt so real, so...tangible. Like...he was really there...
Content: The nightmares have gotten Roxas, too
Setting: Sora's apartment
Time: late at night, week 36
Warnings: Roxas is involved, what do you think?
Sleep hadn't been something Roxas ever really got much of. He'd had too much on his mind lately, and while living with Ven and Sora had made things better for a while, lately it had just started reminding him how much he wasn't like them. Even though he looked, and even sounded just like Ventus...they couldn't be more different, it felt. Ven was always so happy, so ready to take everything on...how could Roxas be anything like that?
But the last few nights had been different. While he was used to having trouble sleeping, it had been getting worse and worse. He hadn't had any real nightmares for a long time, but now, they seemed to be coming every time he tried to sleep. The cold wasn't helping anything.
It took him a while to get back to sleep again, but soon enough he wished he hadn't.
Xion...or was that Sora?...stood on thin air, holding out her hand, pointing at him. He barely has time to blink as the image shifts to a monster, and darkness engulfs them both. A new place. The monster looks different, but it's still the same. It still looks like Sora, it still sounds like her. They clash, then darkness throws them to a new place again. Another shift in the monster, another clash, another scene change. And again. And a final time...Roxas is floating, fighting, the monster is huge...
The surface he was standing on shatters, he falls. Xion's in his arms, everything's falling apart. His eyes burn, his lungs rasp, his throat tightens...his heart aches, as he watches what's left of her disappear into nothingness.
"XION!" he called out, waking himself and shooting upright. He tried to catch his breath.
"Was that...really just a dream?" he asked the empty space in his room. A tear he hadn't even noticed fell from his chin, then another. He wiped them away carefully.
That...that hadn't been something he'd forgotten, had it? It had felt so real, so...tangible. Like...he was really there...