When all you've got to keep is strong [CLOSED]
Characters: Sora destined_skies and Roxas sunset_summers.
Content: On Lunasa day, Roxas gets an uninvited guest in the brig.
Setting: The Winding Way's brig.
Time: Lunasa day, about an hour after Roxas's journal post.
Warnings: None so far?
The Way's brig was not a place that Sora often ventured, so it was only after quite a detour that he managed to find the right path to that (mostly unused) section of the ship. The brunette had traded in the light undershirt he usually wore for a wool sweater, which was itching like crazy but at least it kept out the chill that managed to penetrate even into the ship's most inner sanctum. He'd be glad when they could put this place behind them, but for now having to wear bulky, uncomfortable clothing was a fair trade for not freezing.
Shutting the door at the end of the brig as quietly as he could behind him, Sora took a deep breath. Now that he was here, doubts were beginning to creep into the back of his mind. What if he said the wrong thing? What if Roxas kicked him out and refused to ever talk to him again? The last thing he wanted was for this to unintentionally backfire on him, but--
No. He was determined to help. Steeling his resolve, Sora gave a small nod to himself and proceeded forward. It wasn't difficult to tell which cell the other navigator had retreated to, since there was only one in the row that had been semi-propped open with a piece of packing crate. Hand gripping the warm thermos he'd nabbed from the kitchen in a white-knuckled grip with one hand, he slowly reached out with the other once he'd come close enough and pulled the cell door further open.
Content: On Lunasa day, Roxas gets an uninvited guest in the brig.
Setting: The Winding Way's brig.
Time: Lunasa day, about an hour after Roxas's journal post.
Warnings: None so far?
The Way's brig was not a place that Sora often ventured, so it was only after quite a detour that he managed to find the right path to that (mostly unused) section of the ship. The brunette had traded in the light undershirt he usually wore for a wool sweater, which was itching like crazy but at least it kept out the chill that managed to penetrate even into the ship's most inner sanctum. He'd be glad when they could put this place behind them, but for now having to wear bulky, uncomfortable clothing was a fair trade for not freezing.
Shutting the door at the end of the brig as quietly as he could behind him, Sora took a deep breath. Now that he was here, doubts were beginning to creep into the back of his mind. What if he said the wrong thing? What if Roxas kicked him out and refused to ever talk to him again? The last thing he wanted was for this to unintentionally backfire on him, but--
No. He was determined to help. Steeling his resolve, Sora gave a small nod to himself and proceeded forward. It wasn't difficult to tell which cell the other navigator had retreated to, since there was only one in the row that had been semi-propped open with a piece of packing crate. Hand gripping the warm thermos he'd nabbed from the kitchen in a white-knuckled grip with one hand, he slowly reached out with the other once he'd come close enough and pulled the cell door further open.