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kh_drabbleTitle: Bottled
Challenge: [070] Starlight
Word Count: 588
Notes: Taken mainly from the end-movie of KHI, and set thereafter, but there are nods towards all three games, so play it safe spoiler wise.
He blends into the horizon's sunrise until you can't make out his wave farewell. When it hurts your eyes to look at the supernova on ocean's edge, you turn to the left and see the island rebuilding itself. Trees shooting up, boardwalk planks falling into place, the very stars in the sky falling falling falling into your hand. Palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss, so maybe your kiss catches a fallen star.
*
You rinse out an old wine bottle from the cupboard under the sink, wiping away dust and the beginnings of mold, and leave it on the open window sill so the sun will breathe it dry. You lay beneath that window, your hands still cupped together, and wait for the sun to breathe you dry dry dead.
*
Your clean bottle holds your finding. From that night when the islands were gathered once more and locked in place, no doubt by Sora's heavy key.
Your bottle holds starlight.
A star that fell into your hands instead of into its hole in the sky. It illuminates all the worry and heartache you are able to hide from the world with a carefully placed smile. It chases late night shadows away. It reminds you of Sora.
Sometimes that's enough to scare tears invisible. Sometimes it's not.
*
Every day your star fades little by little. It doesn't light entire rooms anymore. In a closed drawer, it barely seeps light along wood's cracks.
Every day your memory fades little by little. It doesn't recall everything that used to be. It tries to tug at the image of a messy haired boy that held the world and sky in his smile. It tries to bring back the feel of that boy's name on your tongue.
Soon, your star will flicker to nothing. Soon, you won't remember that you're forgetting a boy at all.
*
You wake for school before the sun is fully awake itself. Your skirt is pressed, your socks match, and your tie is firmly knotted. There is an old wine bottle tucked inside your schoolbag with the dimmest, faintest shudder of circular light inside.
You have no idea where it came from.
*
You think maybe it's a large firefly trapped inside glass. But you don't recall catching any fireflies lately... you like to gather them with Riku and - No. There was no one else. Just Riku and you and... where was Riku?
Your not-firefly-light, like a candle fighting on the last bit of wick, flares for a moment, then disappears entirely.
*
A sharp pang in your heart and worry in your chest (which springs to life whenever you come near the bottle with a mind to get rid of it), are the only things that force you to keep it, day after day.
Until you realize what the bottle simply must be used for.
You start composing your letter the next morning.
*
As letter slips into glass, a very quiet light begins to shift again inside. You think, maybe, if you wish hard enough, the light will burn radiantly and beyond whatever it had once been. Handfuls of light. Armfuls of light. Maybe even as big as doorways of light.
Your wish and star and letter all float away on the same tide.
And someone agrees with your wish, because very very far away, as your star starts to shift in its bottle prison, in his own bottled prison, the boy that you have long since forgotten starts to shift awake.
Challenge: [070] Starlight
Word Count: 588
Notes: Taken mainly from the end-movie of KHI, and set thereafter, but there are nods towards all three games, so play it safe spoiler wise.
He blends into the horizon's sunrise until you can't make out his wave farewell. When it hurts your eyes to look at the supernova on ocean's edge, you turn to the left and see the island rebuilding itself. Trees shooting up, boardwalk planks falling into place, the very stars in the sky falling falling falling into your hand. Palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss, so maybe your kiss catches a fallen star.
*
You rinse out an old wine bottle from the cupboard under the sink, wiping away dust and the beginnings of mold, and leave it on the open window sill so the sun will breathe it dry. You lay beneath that window, your hands still cupped together, and wait for the sun to breathe you dry dry dead.
*
Your clean bottle holds your finding. From that night when the islands were gathered once more and locked in place, no doubt by Sora's heavy key.
Your bottle holds starlight.
A star that fell into your hands instead of into its hole in the sky. It illuminates all the worry and heartache you are able to hide from the world with a carefully placed smile. It chases late night shadows away. It reminds you of Sora.
Sometimes that's enough to scare tears invisible. Sometimes it's not.
*
Every day your star fades little by little. It doesn't light entire rooms anymore. In a closed drawer, it barely seeps light along wood's cracks.
Every day your memory fades little by little. It doesn't recall everything that used to be. It tries to tug at the image of a messy haired boy that held the world and sky in his smile. It tries to bring back the feel of that boy's name on your tongue.
Soon, your star will flicker to nothing. Soon, you won't remember that you're forgetting a boy at all.
*
You wake for school before the sun is fully awake itself. Your skirt is pressed, your socks match, and your tie is firmly knotted. There is an old wine bottle tucked inside your schoolbag with the dimmest, faintest shudder of circular light inside.
You have no idea where it came from.
*
You think maybe it's a large firefly trapped inside glass. But you don't recall catching any fireflies lately... you like to gather them with Riku and - No. There was no one else. Just Riku and you and... where was Riku?
Your not-firefly-light, like a candle fighting on the last bit of wick, flares for a moment, then disappears entirely.
*
A sharp pang in your heart and worry in your chest (which springs to life whenever you come near the bottle with a mind to get rid of it), are the only things that force you to keep it, day after day.
Until you realize what the bottle simply must be used for.
You start composing your letter the next morning.
*
As letter slips into glass, a very quiet light begins to shift again inside. You think, maybe, if you wish hard enough, the light will burn radiantly and beyond whatever it had once been. Handfuls of light. Armfuls of light. Maybe even as big as doorways of light.
Your wish and star and letter all float away on the same tide.
And someone agrees with your wish, because very very far away, as your star starts to shift in its bottle prison, in his own bottled prison, the boy that you have long since forgotten starts to shift awake.
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Date: 2006-07-27 05:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-27 08:35 pm (UTC)That was so sweet! And I liked the style and the way you compared the star on Kairi's bottle to her memories of Sora. Cute ^^
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Date: 2006-07-28 01:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-01 01:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-28 03:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-30 03:00 pm (UTC)'not-firefly-light' = ♥
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Date: 2006-08-04 05:07 am (UTC)(And this is late. D:)
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Date: 2006-08-05 05:05 am (UTC)(There's no such thing as Late. XD)
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Date: 2008-08-13 04:00 am (UTC)I LOVE YOU.
Ahem, anyway. Ohhhh. I just noticed that it was the little thing that landed in her hands at the end of the first game. Ohhhhhhhhhh. I knew that. Totally. >.> SO knew that.