Title: The Art of Wading
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Character: Kairi
Rating: G
Summary: [for prompt: destiny at
kh_drabble!]
It was there, and It was pulling. Much harder than it ever had before.
Whatever It was, It was everywhere. It was her looping cursive when she was bound in a classroom, learning names she wouldn’t remember and trying to remember the one she couldn’t. It was the heavy hug of her bookbag against her hip, bloated with knowledge and hungry for more, though she had no appetite. It was the sun pooling on her cheeks, the shadows dripping from her shoulders to the ground. It was the rank stench of sleep stuck to her tongue in the mornings, her matted hair, her eyes drowsy with dreams, her reflection in that silver plate of glass. It was the school skirt swishing about her legs; It was the tie tethered around her neck, choking the courage out of her. It was every mundane thing, every day she lived without living.
And the back of her mind was the only place It wasn’t. There was found the watercolor portrait of a smiling boy with hair of messy brown, his likeness caged in glass and gloss, his name a worn-out engraving on a picture frame.
It knew who he was, and she’d find It if it meant finding him.
Today, It was the crisp curtain of water that embraced her as she fell in. It was gullsongs and salt and sun casting ribbons of warmth onto the ocean. It was her naked body, stripped of skirt and shirt and tie and socks and shoes and fear; her thick hair plastered to her shoulders above the surface, floating in a red halo below. Her open eyes, drinking in the sand beneath her suspended body. Her pearl pale flesh, water’s lace light tattooing her arms and legs.
Yet as far she swam or as deep as she dove, It was always out of reach. But she was calm, patient, waiting; she could feel change in every vein and muscle, anchoring itself securely to her future.
It was coming. It was closer. Soon, It would be on the edge of Destiny.
Title: Fine Things
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Pairing: Larxene/Jessie (the Accessory Shop Girl in Twilight Town)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Larxene’s not unfamiliar with sacrifice. [for prompt: fine things from
lorei at
kh_request!]
In the end, it’s worth it. Everything is.
The clothes she wears. They hug every plane and hide every flaw, and sure, she looks good. But they’re an assortment of blue and orange and plenty of colors that are not black, and she hates them. Hates the feel of cotton softly kissing her skin where leather should be rubbing her raw.
Her hair worn loose. It falls into her eyes, an annoying brassy curtain. It tickles her neck and ghosts along her shoulders, and it rustles in the breeze. Soft like feathers against her tanning skin. It makes her feel so damn feminine she can’t even look in a mirror.
The polite smile. Never a grin, predatory and cunning as she would have liked it - like she’s grown accustomed to. But a smile. Only the top row of teeth, delicate. Something that can be compared to lilies and not white knives eager to shred. Pink lips parted in cheer that reaches her eyes without crinkling them, without making her look hungry, voracious like she is.
And by extension her laugh. So damn bubbly and polite and genuinely amused. Bursting softly from pearly lips and gently parting the air, without splitting it. Not animalistic, not sharp and slicing. Not a weapon. A gift. A generous display of emotions she’s apparently very good at pretending to have.