[kingdom hearts] an interlude
Sora has his first run-in with snow. Goofy thinks of someone else.
Spoiler-free. I finally break my self-imposed rule of not using the prompt in the fic, sigh, but there are only so many words for snow that aren't just silly in fiction. I have been hit with Death Note Plot of Doom, homg.
an interlude
(never forget the warmth.)
"Whoa."
The words are breathed rather than spoken, and Sora presses his nose against the view port, entranced. He's out the hatch before the ship even finishes landing.
(It doesn't exactly snow much on tropical islands.)
Donald squawks indignantly, webbed feet pounding across the deck as he chases the Keybearer. But Goofy gets there first, wearing a silly, almost fatherly smile as he throws an arm out to block the mage's pursuit.
"What does he think he's doing?" Donald hisses, horrified.
"Makin' snow angels, looks like. Snow ... somethin', anyway. Yup."
And it's true. Sora is lying on his back in the snow, eyes wide as he watches the flakes rush towards him. He might not be laughing out loud, but his eyes are sparkling with unabashed delight.
He looks like he's having the time of his life.
He looks like any normal, happy kid would, racing out to meet the first snow head-on.
"Well ... huh." Donald watches for a moment longer before turning back to the warmer parts of the ship. "Let me know when it's time to get to work." He pads of, grumbling half-heartedly about frostbite and nobodies.
The knight waits until the shivers set in to lure Sora back with promises of dry clothing and hot chocolate with fluffy white marshmallows. Sora complies (of course), noticing for the first time how wet his clothes have gotten in the last half hour, the way his shoes squelch with each step he takes. He retreats down the hallway in search of the next big adventure and warm drinks, his head spinning with yet another experience to share with his friends.
Goofy lingers at the hatch a moment longer, eyes unfocused as he tilts his head toward the horizon.
He is not thinking of this boy at all.
-fin
13.12.06
words: 300
WHO IS THOROUGHLY UNIMPRESSED? That's right, it's me. D
Spoiler-free. I finally break my self-imposed rule of not using the prompt in the fic, sigh, but there are only so many words for snow that aren't just silly in fiction. I have been hit with Death Note Plot of Doom, homg.
an interlude
(never forget the warmth.)
"Whoa."
The words are breathed rather than spoken, and Sora presses his nose against the view port, entranced. He's out the hatch before the ship even finishes landing.
(It doesn't exactly snow much on tropical islands.)
Donald squawks indignantly, webbed feet pounding across the deck as he chases the Keybearer. But Goofy gets there first, wearing a silly, almost fatherly smile as he throws an arm out to block the mage's pursuit.
"What does he think he's doing?" Donald hisses, horrified.
"Makin' snow angels, looks like. Snow ... somethin', anyway. Yup."
And it's true. Sora is lying on his back in the snow, eyes wide as he watches the flakes rush towards him. He might not be laughing out loud, but his eyes are sparkling with unabashed delight.
He looks like he's having the time of his life.
He looks like any normal, happy kid would, racing out to meet the first snow head-on.
"Well ... huh." Donald watches for a moment longer before turning back to the warmer parts of the ship. "Let me know when it's time to get to work." He pads of, grumbling half-heartedly about frostbite and nobodies.
The knight waits until the shivers set in to lure Sora back with promises of dry clothing and hot chocolate with fluffy white marshmallows. Sora complies (of course), noticing for the first time how wet his clothes have gotten in the last half hour, the way his shoes squelch with each step he takes. He retreats down the hallway in search of the next big adventure and warm drinks, his head spinning with yet another experience to share with his friends.
Goofy lingers at the hatch a moment longer, eyes unfocused as he tilts his head toward the horizon.
He is not thinking of this boy at all.
-fin
13.12.06
words: 300
WHO IS THOROUGHLY UNIMPRESSED? That's right, it's me. D