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kh_drabbleTitle: Rain :: Part I
Word Count: 312
Characters: Sora
Spoilers: Eh, none really.
Notes: I hate having ideas at six in the morning that I can't write down. Anyway! This didn't come out entirely like I planned, but well enough. It's too long to post all at once, so I'm going to split it into sections. First is Sora's. This could be a standalone drabble, really, but still.
I've always been intrigued by what would become of the Destiny Trio after it was all over. So on a dark and stormy night we begin.
Sora is twisted into an extremely improbable position in his chair, his notebook in his lap and his tongue sticking out as he tries to puzzle his way through math.
It all felt very unreal when he came back and found he had to attend school, that foreign place of textbooks and teachers and tutoring! The only time Sora had ever done math during his time away had been to take quick mental counts of how many enemies he was surrounded by.
Geometric proofs, not so much.
He sighs, untwisting his limbs and untangling himself from his chair to stretch and lean back. With a start, he notices it's raining.
For a moment he sits there transfixed, staring out at the falling darkness and rain.
He doesn't notice the reflexive twitch of his fingers, the way they curl around something that isn't there.
He stands, suddenly, and moves to the window—
and is immediately torn by two impulses.
Part of him wants to rush downstairs and plunge into the night, not in panic but in delight, smile into the rain and dance, bring Kairi with him and dance until they are both breathless and soaked and still home—
and part of him wants to sit there, merely sit there, and watch. Wants to rest warm forehead on cool window and gaze into the rain, but remain safe and dry where the light is. He doesn't register the featherlight, anxious weary touch just underneath his thoughts, because he's used to it by now.
He spills onto his bed, staring at the ceiling for many quiet minutes, math forgotten as the itch in his hands grows worse.
A lifetime of memories later finds him flinging the window open and leaning out so far he might fall, raising his arms up to the sky, grinning from ear to ear—
but he does not go outside.
Word Count: 312
Characters: Sora
Spoilers: Eh, none really.
Notes: I hate having ideas at six in the morning that I can't write down. Anyway! This didn't come out entirely like I planned, but well enough. It's too long to post all at once, so I'm going to split it into sections. First is Sora's. This could be a standalone drabble, really, but still.
I've always been intrigued by what would become of the Destiny Trio after it was all over. So on a dark and stormy night we begin.
Sora is twisted into an extremely improbable position in his chair, his notebook in his lap and his tongue sticking out as he tries to puzzle his way through math.
It all felt very unreal when he came back and found he had to attend school, that foreign place of textbooks and teachers and tutoring! The only time Sora had ever done math during his time away had been to take quick mental counts of how many enemies he was surrounded by.
Geometric proofs, not so much.
He sighs, untwisting his limbs and untangling himself from his chair to stretch and lean back. With a start, he notices it's raining.
For a moment he sits there transfixed, staring out at the falling darkness and rain.
He doesn't notice the reflexive twitch of his fingers, the way they curl around something that isn't there.
He stands, suddenly, and moves to the window—
and is immediately torn by two impulses.
Part of him wants to rush downstairs and plunge into the night, not in panic but in delight, smile into the rain and dance, bring Kairi with him and dance until they are both breathless and soaked and still home—
and part of him wants to sit there, merely sit there, and watch. Wants to rest warm forehead on cool window and gaze into the rain, but remain safe and dry where the light is. He doesn't register the featherlight, anxious weary touch just underneath his thoughts, because he's used to it by now.
He spills onto his bed, staring at the ceiling for many quiet minutes, math forgotten as the itch in his hands grows worse.
A lifetime of memories later finds him flinging the window open and leaning out so far he might fall, raising his arms up to the sky, grinning from ear to ear—
but he does not go outside.
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Date: 2006-09-29 06:45 am (UTC)Yeah. Just wanted to say that.
... *woobies*
Amazement. Just beautiful.
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Date: 2006-09-29 07:08 am (UTC)<3
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Date: 2006-09-29 08:38 pm (UTC)This provokes so many weird after-KH thoughts, but thinking deeply never hurt anyone, right?
Love love love!
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Date: 2006-09-29 09:58 pm (UTC)dude. I have so many Sora thoughts I want to write. ;;
<3
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Date: 2006-09-29 10:36 pm (UTC)Goodness, other sections! I did not even see that. *skips off*