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kh_drabbleChallenge: [083] Reflection
Title: Portrait
Word Count: 467
Rating: G, very G
Spoilers: None, unless you've never gotten past Destiny Islands
They sit together, two boys and a girl, the three of them on the beach. They rest their backs against a crooked tree as setting sun to the east casts shadows on their surroundings. The sand is warm against their skin as they run tanned toes through the grains, bringing abstract ideas to life with crude design. The shouts and commands from beyond the beach, the tune of the working hours, have long since faded. Only the eager voice of a storyteller prevents all from being silent.
One is spinning a tale, with great hand gestures and intense words. He speaks of places far beyond the horizon, distant lands…other worlds. There are so many things to see, so many people to meet, so much beyond their tiny island. He tells stories of great excitement, of danger, of beauty and of wonder. All of these things exist just beyond their reach.
The girl listens, eyes wide, watching her older friend’s every move and honing in on every syllable he utters. His descriptions almost take her to the places he speaks of; his words pull forth images so vivid, they almost seem to come from her own memory. Such passion does he exude, she cannot help it. She rests her chin on her knees, lost in imagination.
As his eyes stare down at the red tinted sand, finishing the pictures with his fingers, the younger boy listens too. Although, occasionally he looks at his elder, meeting his tales with raised eyebrows; there is always a grin present on his face. For he too wishes to leave his current life behind and sail with his friends to places that presently only exist in dreams. The images on the sand mirror those in the words of his friends, an attempt to bring the intangible closer.
The storyteller assures the others that, one day, they will all sail to the horizon and even further still. There are adventures to be had and new things to discover, strange things and possible some frightening things, but...the oldest looks at his friends, they are not afraid, right? The other two look at each other, smile and say-everything will be all right as long as the three of them are together. They’ll see all that there is to see and leave the island that is there prison far behind. The oldest, wisest, one grins and turns to look at the sea, he has a plan for setting their journey in motion.
*****
Sora bites his lip as he watches the three on the beach from afar. Memories of those he wishes to see and those of their promised adventure rise to the surface, bringing a dull, heavy feeling to his heart. Jack, Will, Elizabeth and their dreams are almost a perfect portrait of what he has lost.
Title: Portrait
Word Count: 467
Rating: G, very G
Spoilers: None, unless you've never gotten past Destiny Islands
They sit together, two boys and a girl, the three of them on the beach. They rest their backs against a crooked tree as setting sun to the east casts shadows on their surroundings. The sand is warm against their skin as they run tanned toes through the grains, bringing abstract ideas to life with crude design. The shouts and commands from beyond the beach, the tune of the working hours, have long since faded. Only the eager voice of a storyteller prevents all from being silent.
One is spinning a tale, with great hand gestures and intense words. He speaks of places far beyond the horizon, distant lands…other worlds. There are so many things to see, so many people to meet, so much beyond their tiny island. He tells stories of great excitement, of danger, of beauty and of wonder. All of these things exist just beyond their reach.
The girl listens, eyes wide, watching her older friend’s every move and honing in on every syllable he utters. His descriptions almost take her to the places he speaks of; his words pull forth images so vivid, they almost seem to come from her own memory. Such passion does he exude, she cannot help it. She rests her chin on her knees, lost in imagination.
As his eyes stare down at the red tinted sand, finishing the pictures with his fingers, the younger boy listens too. Although, occasionally he looks at his elder, meeting his tales with raised eyebrows; there is always a grin present on his face. For he too wishes to leave his current life behind and sail with his friends to places that presently only exist in dreams. The images on the sand mirror those in the words of his friends, an attempt to bring the intangible closer.
The storyteller assures the others that, one day, they will all sail to the horizon and even further still. There are adventures to be had and new things to discover, strange things and possible some frightening things, but...the oldest looks at his friends, they are not afraid, right? The other two look at each other, smile and say-everything will be all right as long as the three of them are together. They’ll see all that there is to see and leave the island that is there prison far behind. The oldest, wisest, one grins and turns to look at the sea, he has a plan for setting their journey in motion.
*****
Sora bites his lip as he watches the three on the beach from afar. Memories of those he wishes to see and those of their promised adventure rise to the surface, bringing a dull, heavy feeling to his heart. Jack, Will, Elizabeth and their dreams are almost a perfect portrait of what he has lost.
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Date: 2006-11-19 08:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-20 02:58 am (UTC)I always sort of saw the parallels between the KH trio and the Pirates trio and I was a bit disappointed since neither the game or the fandom has done much with it.
I'm glad that my attempt to make the trio appear to be Sora, Riku, and Kairi worked. I was a bit worried about that.