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Title: Summer Skin
Rating: K
Characters: Hayner (implied Hayner/Roxas), Seifer [mentioned]
Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mailsi - love you, Sis! Based off of the song "Summer Skin" by Death Cab for Cutie.
Word Count: 507 (>< I'm sorry that it's so long)
Contains spoilers for Roxas' part of the game. :D
Summer has never felt so ominous, so empty, before.
His footsteps sound dry and lonely out here as he walks on his own up the slope of Sunset Hill, hands shoved in his cameo pants’ pockets, head tilted up toward the clear, sun-speckled sky. The remaining rays of sunlight glimmer on the water that surrounds this little terrace, far away from the rest of the town, and it looks like a melted pool of a thousand sapphires all blurred together and poured out around him. It’s beautiful, and familiar, but he knows it’s not the water that he’s thinking of when he sees a flash of bright, bright blue and sunlight smiles.
He can’t quite place it, however, and just pushes it to the back of his mind as he reaches the very top of the hill.
The dirt is sun-warmed from the day when he sits down on it. It’s soothing, and he runs a bare hand over the smooth, stony surface, before he leans forward, lying flat on his stomach. Using his elbows he props his head up and watches as the sun dips down over the shimmering horizon.
The train tracks in the distance glitter iron-silver, map lines that lead off to a distant place that he dreams about when he has nothing else to dream of. He wonders if maybe that’s where the blue went, whisked away in a little train off to somewhere else, somewhere better.
He knows that that’s stupid, and sighs, plucking at the green grass that’s sprouting up before him. He pulls off a piece, and holds it up between his fingers, spinning it around and around, admiring its shape and color illuminated by the sunlight behind it.
He lets it go, and watches as the breeze carries it away, pulling it like a puppeteer pulls a wooden doll by thin, clear strings. It spirals off, and he surveys it as long as he can, until it disappears from view in the distance, traveling to better places.
It’s the first day of summer, and he’s never felt so alone in his life. It’s like someone came away and ripped a piece of his heart clear out of his chest and didn’t bother to replace it with anything else, just left a gaping hole for him to muse over and cope with, but not know the cause to.
The wind kicks up, and from the distance, a spray of water washes up against the rocks of the terrace. He watches the clear-blue waves with a detached sense of longing, and thinks, “there, out there with the waves is where I belong, where what’s missing is.”
He hears footsteps behind him, and someone sits down at his side, just as silent as him. He knows who it is by the rustling of a coat, and he thinks that they really aren’t that different, even if they have different opinions, different friends, because they’re both here for the same reason:
They’re searching, even if they don’t know what they’re searching for.
Title: Summer Skin
Rating: K
Characters: Hayner (implied Hayner/Roxas), Seifer [mentioned]
Notes: For
mailsi - love you, Sis! Based off of the song "Summer Skin" by Death Cab for Cutie.Word Count: 507 (>< I'm sorry that it's so long)
Contains spoilers for Roxas' part of the game. :D
Summer has never felt so ominous, so empty, before.
His footsteps sound dry and lonely out here as he walks on his own up the slope of Sunset Hill, hands shoved in his cameo pants’ pockets, head tilted up toward the clear, sun-speckled sky. The remaining rays of sunlight glimmer on the water that surrounds this little terrace, far away from the rest of the town, and it looks like a melted pool of a thousand sapphires all blurred together and poured out around him. It’s beautiful, and familiar, but he knows it’s not the water that he’s thinking of when he sees a flash of bright, bright blue and sunlight smiles.
He can’t quite place it, however, and just pushes it to the back of his mind as he reaches the very top of the hill.
The dirt is sun-warmed from the day when he sits down on it. It’s soothing, and he runs a bare hand over the smooth, stony surface, before he leans forward, lying flat on his stomach. Using his elbows he props his head up and watches as the sun dips down over the shimmering horizon.
The train tracks in the distance glitter iron-silver, map lines that lead off to a distant place that he dreams about when he has nothing else to dream of. He wonders if maybe that’s where the blue went, whisked away in a little train off to somewhere else, somewhere better.
He knows that that’s stupid, and sighs, plucking at the green grass that’s sprouting up before him. He pulls off a piece, and holds it up between his fingers, spinning it around and around, admiring its shape and color illuminated by the sunlight behind it.
He lets it go, and watches as the breeze carries it away, pulling it like a puppeteer pulls a wooden doll by thin, clear strings. It spirals off, and he surveys it as long as he can, until it disappears from view in the distance, traveling to better places.
It’s the first day of summer, and he’s never felt so alone in his life. It’s like someone came away and ripped a piece of his heart clear out of his chest and didn’t bother to replace it with anything else, just left a gaping hole for him to muse over and cope with, but not know the cause to.
The wind kicks up, and from the distance, a spray of water washes up against the rocks of the terrace. He watches the clear-blue waves with a detached sense of longing, and thinks, “there, out there with the waves is where I belong, where what’s missing is.”
He hears footsteps behind him, and someone sits down at his side, just as silent as him. He knows who it is by the rustling of a coat, and he thinks that they really aren’t that different, even if they have different opinions, different friends, because they’re both here for the same reason:
They’re searching, even if they don’t know what they’re searching for.
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