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kh_drabble2006-11-22 04:26 pm
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Challenge: [84] Dust
Title: Buildup
Word Count: 322
Spoilers: Yes, slight spoilers for CoM
Notes: Sora-centric. It's not meant to be angsty or anything; the mood is supposed to be refreshing. Keep that in mind. :D
Sora didn’t understand the concept. Life had never gotten to reiteration; the world ‘rut’ was foreign; there were virtually endless combinations of things to do whether it was on the scorching sands of the play island or the arduous task of cleaning up his room. Between his own creativity and the creativity of his friends, Sora’s life was like a reset button.
Amid a Heartless fight or traveling in the grander scheme of things, the shift of emotion was constant, from sad to happy to primal to determined to confused and back again; Riku, friend to enemy to friend to enemy—keeping Sora constantly on his toes. Kairi was always mysterious, the only constant while she changed from girl to princess, a sweeping, elegant gesture in time, if not a little rushed.
In the large, white castle, the layers were chiseled away, but rarely did they leave him with nothing. The memories below may have been fake but they were, like everything else, another note of the crescendo. Memory is a stack of books; forgetting is ripping away the bottom book and adding another, over and over.
Suspended in a sheer, frosted egg, a year saw Sora refreshing once more, the glorious waterfall of his life, cool and sunlit, pounding a soft torrent within him to the strokes of a pale hand and crayon.
When at last he stumbled out and realised—
While the journey went on, all things connected to his person—his skills, weapons, items—were lost, lost to the reset button. Muscles, stiff, could no longer flex to their full extent to execute moves with the Keyblade. All the armour he’d worn to max his strength and protect him—gone. He could not jump as high or leap into a roll or glide.
The pixie dust had worn off.
It was the first time Sora had ever known dust to work in reverse.
Title: Buildup
Word Count: 322
Spoilers: Yes, slight spoilers for CoM
Notes: Sora-centric. It's not meant to be angsty or anything; the mood is supposed to be refreshing. Keep that in mind. :D
The buildup of things over time—
Sora didn’t understand the concept. Life had never gotten to reiteration; the world ‘rut’ was foreign; there were virtually endless combinations of things to do whether it was on the scorching sands of the play island or the arduous task of cleaning up his room. Between his own creativity and the creativity of his friends, Sora’s life was like a reset button.
Amid a Heartless fight or traveling in the grander scheme of things, the shift of emotion was constant, from sad to happy to primal to determined to confused and back again; Riku, friend to enemy to friend to enemy—keeping Sora constantly on his toes. Kairi was always mysterious, the only constant while she changed from girl to princess, a sweeping, elegant gesture in time, if not a little rushed.
In the large, white castle, the layers were chiseled away, but rarely did they leave him with nothing. The memories below may have been fake but they were, like everything else, another note of the crescendo. Memory is a stack of books; forgetting is ripping away the bottom book and adding another, over and over.
Suspended in a sheer, frosted egg, a year saw Sora refreshing once more, the glorious waterfall of his life, cool and sunlit, pounding a soft torrent within him to the strokes of a pale hand and crayon.
When at last he stumbled out and realised—
While the journey went on, all things connected to his person—his skills, weapons, items—were lost, lost to the reset button. Muscles, stiff, could no longer flex to their full extent to execute moves with the Keyblade. All the armour he’d worn to max his strength and protect him—gone. He could not jump as high or leap into a roll or glide.
The pixie dust had worn off.
It was the first time Sora had ever known dust to work in reverse.
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Your imagery blows me away in the best possible way.
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