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kh_drabble2006-05-23 05:50 pm
ruby-shards.livejournal.com) wrote in kh_drabble2006-05-23 05:50 pm
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I've grown very, very attached to Hayner.
Challenge: None
Title: Back-To-Back
Rating: K
Characters: Hayner, Seifer (barely even there Seifer/Hayner, Hayner/Roxas, Seifer/Leon)
Words: 158
Spoilers: None
They sit back-to-back, heads tilted up to the heavens; his knee is pulled up to his chest, arm looped around that, and Seifer sits behind him, same pose, same expression.
He’s dreaming of summer promises and friendly smiles that he has no idea how he remembers. He looks over his shoulder, toward Seifer, blonde hair slicked down with summer moisture. His sea-green eyes are hazy and unfocused, twin rough stones, but there’s a certain glimmer to them, a glow of dreams and wars; of knights and witches; of rivals and lovers; of storm clouds and ice.
He looks back toward the sky, plunging into the wispy-blue world above, and dreams as well, dreams of a life that never existed yet feels so, so real to him, more so than any of this does.
By tomorrow, they’ll be back to being rivals, two different sides of the spectrum.
But, for today, they sit here, back-to-back, and let themselves wander.
Challenge: None
Title: Back-To-Back
Rating: K
Characters: Hayner, Seifer (barely even there Seifer/Hayner, Hayner/Roxas, Seifer/Leon)
Words: 158
Spoilers: None
They sit back-to-back, heads tilted up to the heavens; his knee is pulled up to his chest, arm looped around that, and Seifer sits behind him, same pose, same expression.
He’s dreaming of summer promises and friendly smiles that he has no idea how he remembers. He looks over his shoulder, toward Seifer, blonde hair slicked down with summer moisture. His sea-green eyes are hazy and unfocused, twin rough stones, but there’s a certain glimmer to them, a glow of dreams and wars; of knights and witches; of rivals and lovers; of storm clouds and ice.
He looks back toward the sky, plunging into the wispy-blue world above, and dreams as well, dreams of a life that never existed yet feels so, so real to him, more so than any of this does.
By tomorrow, they’ll be back to being rivals, two different sides of the spectrum.
But, for today, they sit here, back-to-back, and let themselves wander.