procrastination boogie
Despite what should have been a very bad day, today was actually quite nice.
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a dream of sky
KH2, Sora gen, no spoilers
The world is cold; empty, dry chill that seeps into his bones until he can not feel even the waves washing over his feet. A slow lethargy sets in, reminding him of the winter they first learned that somewhere, snow fell, turning the world white. Riku spent a week gleefully explaining how people lost fingers to frostbite. Sora went around with an old, musty pair of gloves that he pulled on at the first hint of rain.
His hand is warm; fleeting heat fading but still greedily stolen from the patch of sand where Riku had been sleeping. No one else there now, no trail of footprints, and he looks to the sea, but there is no outstretched hand.
The shore stretches on for endless miles and he sits at the water's edge, victor and alone.
(He does not feel fear; his heart knows that this can not be real because Riku is not beside him.)
Sora wakes.
the beatings will continue
KH2, Org13 gen, spoilers for the identity of no. 13
“You’re not drinking your soda,” Axel observed, leaning over to poke curiously at the untouched can. A drop of condensation made a slow trip down the side, hanging from the curved edge of the aluminum in a full swell of purple, before falling to the table.
The marble hissed faintly as the liquid ate a hole straight through the thick blocks.
“…” said Axel.
“Experiment day,” Roxas said, and took a lick of his ice cream.
one way the world ends
KH2, Axel/Roxas, spoilers for Roxas' story
He steals Roxas away in the dead of Twilight Town’s half-night, lifting the boy’s body from his bed without having him wake or even stir. Axel would be reminded of a still-warm corpse if it weren’t for Roxas’ soft mutterings and the rapid movement of his eyes under their closed lids while he dreams.
Knowing what he does, Axel thinks the dreaming is far worse.
They make it as far as the portal hidden in the ancient mansion, Roxas a limp, heavy weight over Axel’s shoulder, before the world’s master steps in.
“He is nothing. He will not escape his fate,” DiZ says.
“I won’t let you kill him,” Axel hisses, and carefully sets Roxas down before sending wave after ineffective wave of flame at the man in red, until it is all he can do to stand between DiZ and the boy slumped and motionless on the floor.
Axel is bent over and spinning, or the room is, and no matter what he does, those without a heart can not affect the world within the strongest heart of all.
The sharp click of a lock being undone breaks the silence between each of his panted, gasping breaths, and he lifts his head to see Roxas, black blade raised, before everything turns into 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 - a cage made of nothing at all.
By the time the world resolves itself into reality, he can struggle his way off the floor. Roxas is already about to step into the dark corridor, wisps of shadow dancing around his feet and twining around the fist clenched on the hilt of the keyblade.
Roxas waits, though, lets Axel stumble over to his side, and uses his free hand to grasp the material at Axel’s throat. He leans up to kiss Axel, and his lack of smile is as brilliant as every grin he'd given atop the station tower, day after day.
“My heart belongs to me,” Roxas whispers against Axel’s lips, and in that moment, it does not matter that now, he will never be complete.
Have a few cookies drabbles?
a dream of sky
KH2, Sora gen, no spoilers
The world is cold; empty, dry chill that seeps into his bones until he can not feel even the waves washing over his feet. A slow lethargy sets in, reminding him of the winter they first learned that somewhere, snow fell, turning the world white. Riku spent a week gleefully explaining how people lost fingers to frostbite. Sora went around with an old, musty pair of gloves that he pulled on at the first hint of rain.
His hand is warm; fleeting heat fading but still greedily stolen from the patch of sand where Riku had been sleeping. No one else there now, no trail of footprints, and he looks to the sea, but there is no outstretched hand.
The shore stretches on for endless miles and he sits at the water's edge, victor and alone.
(He does not feel fear; his heart knows that this can not be real because Riku is not beside him.)
Sora wakes.
the beatings will continue
KH2, Org13 gen, spoilers for the identity of no. 13
“You’re not drinking your soda,” Axel observed, leaning over to poke curiously at the untouched can. A drop of condensation made a slow trip down the side, hanging from the curved edge of the aluminum in a full swell of purple, before falling to the table.
The marble hissed faintly as the liquid ate a hole straight through the thick blocks.
“…” said Axel.
“Experiment day,” Roxas said, and took a lick of his ice cream.
one way the world ends
KH2, Axel/Roxas, spoilers for Roxas' story
He steals Roxas away in the dead of Twilight Town’s half-night, lifting the boy’s body from his bed without having him wake or even stir. Axel would be reminded of a still-warm corpse if it weren’t for Roxas’ soft mutterings and the rapid movement of his eyes under their closed lids while he dreams.
Knowing what he does, Axel thinks the dreaming is far worse.
They make it as far as the portal hidden in the ancient mansion, Roxas a limp, heavy weight over Axel’s shoulder, before the world’s master steps in.
“He is nothing. He will not escape his fate,” DiZ says.
“I won’t let you kill him,” Axel hisses, and carefully sets Roxas down before sending wave after ineffective wave of flame at the man in red, until it is all he can do to stand between DiZ and the boy slumped and motionless on the floor.
Axel is bent over and spinning, or the room is, and no matter what he does, those without a heart can not affect the world within the strongest heart of all.
The sharp click of a lock being undone breaks the silence between each of his panted, gasping breaths, and he lifts his head to see Roxas, black blade raised, before everything turns into 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 - a cage made of nothing at all.
By the time the world resolves itself into reality, he can struggle his way off the floor. Roxas is already about to step into the dark corridor, wisps of shadow dancing around his feet and twining around the fist clenched on the hilt of the keyblade.
Roxas waits, though, lets Axel stumble over to his side, and uses his free hand to grasp the material at Axel’s throat. He leans up to kiss Axel, and his lack of smile is as brilliant as every grin he'd given atop the station tower, day after day.
“My heart belongs to me,” Roxas whispers against Axel’s lips, and in that moment, it does not matter that now, he will never be complete.