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kh_drabbleYou know, banning oneself from lj during finals only works if one actually stays off the computer. XD
Challenge: [086] in someone else's arms
Title: Pulse
Word Count: 403
Notes: (During KHI.) But dude awesome entries this week. I am melty-gooed from all your lovely work. :)
She refuses to feel guilty.
Kairi pushes her palm flat against Sora’s cheek, fingers curling at the juncture of ear and jaw. Well, she likes to pretend that she does anyway. It’s hard to reach here; hard to touch and connect and feel things untainted.
She is uneasy and maybe a little frightened. But not really. She’s safe, content and the warmest she’s ever been. Yet in the bottom of her stomach (she supposes that’s where it is; again... it’s hard to tell) there is an odd beat of disturbance and a wavering of courage. It presses against her with a staccato rhythm, and if Kairi had lungs she’d breathe in shaky patience now.
Sora, don’t be scared, she says. I’m here... somehow, and she tightens her hand on his face that may-or-may-not-actually-be.
Maybe Sora smiles then, turning that grin into her touch and burying it there. Hidden treasure to find later. And only she has the map. Maybe he looks at her kindly and says Thank You. Maybe he pulls her into his arms and holds her tightlytightlyneverletgo.
Kairi is wrapped in Sora’s arms forever. Perhaps. She remembers a time when she wasn’t. When there was ground beneath her feet and hot wind that dried her mouth when she began to speak. A time when she felt things that were her own and not the dim after-affects of a steadily beating noise that sings along her veins and says only one thing. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. So-ra. So-ra.
Don’t let go, okay, she whispers to Sora. As if she had voice to speak and lips to form sound. Okay, he agrees, as if he did as well. Deep and darkly hidden, Kairi sleeps between two arms that aren’t solid enough to be real.
But if she holds quiet and still and Sorawon’tevenknowI’mhere she can forget this hand that’s cording through her hair. And she can ignore the odd phantom pain that tingles along her not-quite-there spine. Disregard also the blistering discomfort of her body lying in someone else’s arms. Somewhere. By someone that holds her just as tight, just as desperate, far more real than Sora does here. Someone that says ‘wake up, Kairi, wake up’.
But if Sora lets her burrow just a little further, just a little more deep and down and invisible, she can’t hear that someone at all.
And though Riku hates to be ignored... she refuses to feel guilty.
Challenge: [086] in someone else's arms
Title: Pulse
Word Count: 403
Notes: (During KHI.) But dude awesome entries this week. I am melty-gooed from all your lovely work. :)
She refuses to feel guilty.
Kairi pushes her palm flat against Sora’s cheek, fingers curling at the juncture of ear and jaw. Well, she likes to pretend that she does anyway. It’s hard to reach here; hard to touch and connect and feel things untainted.
She is uneasy and maybe a little frightened. But not really. She’s safe, content and the warmest she’s ever been. Yet in the bottom of her stomach (she supposes that’s where it is; again... it’s hard to tell) there is an odd beat of disturbance and a wavering of courage. It presses against her with a staccato rhythm, and if Kairi had lungs she’d breathe in shaky patience now.
Sora, don’t be scared, she says. I’m here... somehow, and she tightens her hand on his face that may-or-may-not-actually-be.
Maybe Sora smiles then, turning that grin into her touch and burying it there. Hidden treasure to find later. And only she has the map. Maybe he looks at her kindly and says Thank You. Maybe he pulls her into his arms and holds her tightlytightlyneverletgo.
Kairi is wrapped in Sora’s arms forever. Perhaps. She remembers a time when she wasn’t. When there was ground beneath her feet and hot wind that dried her mouth when she began to speak. A time when she felt things that were her own and not the dim after-affects of a steadily beating noise that sings along her veins and says only one thing. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. So-ra. So-ra.
Don’t let go, okay, she whispers to Sora. As if she had voice to speak and lips to form sound. Okay, he agrees, as if he did as well. Deep and darkly hidden, Kairi sleeps between two arms that aren’t solid enough to be real.
But if she holds quiet and still and Sorawon’tevenknowI’mhere she can forget this hand that’s cording through her hair. And she can ignore the odd phantom pain that tingles along her not-quite-there spine. Disregard also the blistering discomfort of her body lying in someone else’s arms. Somewhere. By someone that holds her just as tight, just as desperate, far more real than Sora does here. Someone that says ‘wake up, Kairi, wake up’.
But if Sora lets her burrow just a little further, just a little more deep and down and invisible, she can’t hear that someone at all.
And though Riku hates to be ignored... she refuses to feel guilty.
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Date: 2006-12-11 05:24 am (UTC)*squeals loudly* XDD
I love it- and I'm pretty sure I've never seen it done this way before!
A really, really amazing way to look at the prompt, well duh- it's you (and I think it's nearly set a record for most entries to a theme, but I don't know for sure).
:3 If anyone ever tries to doubt that hearts can communicate to each other in this fandom, let them look right at this drabble and remember that it's PART OF THE PLOT in KH1!
*huggles* Thanks for giving me something good to read just before bed. XD
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Date: 2006-12-15 02:40 am (UTC)Thank you! It was one of those drabbles where you tilt your head, squint, and are completely unsure if what you meant to say in your head made it into the words. So I'm glad first comment was you because you always seem to get what I'm trying to say. :)
PART OF THE PLOT indeed. Let's have none of this 'Kairi wouldn't be able to talk to Namine' or 'Sora doesn't know Roxas is there'. Some people's kids. XD
But, yeeesh. You always make me feel very warm and comfy. *huggles back*
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Date: 2006-12-16 04:50 am (UTC)XD I admit- I read it once, wibbled at what I believed was the idea behind it, and re-read it to be sure. (Twice the enjoyment~!)
Aww~ I'm glad I was first comment too. XD For your reason and me feeling special at being the first to get a review in. ^^
I saw you riding my wavelength a while ago~ this just goes to show that we're still on the same one. :3
The feeling is mutual. :3
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Date: 2006-12-11 05:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-15 02:40 am (UTC)SEND ME ZE DRABBLE!
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Date: 2006-12-15 03:29 am (UTC)I LIKE CAPS LOCK!
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Date: 2006-12-16 06:12 am (UTC)CAPS LOCK!
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Date: 2006-12-11 08:13 am (UTC)*splutters*
Oh Em Gee.
I had to read this twice. Once to go 'wtf?1 and read the comments, THEN understand and read it again. This is not a bad thing.
Liek whoa. *ded*
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Date: 2006-12-15 02:42 am (UTC)You know that wonderful line between saying too much and not saying enough? I couldn't find it if I had a map. So, I'm glad you seem to like it anyway, lol. Thank you!
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Date: 2006-12-11 09:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-15 02:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-11 11:17 pm (UTC)God, you are made of so much awesome and win. I was starting to think that you weren't gonna show up this week, and I'm glad you did! :D
What an interesting way to write this bit -- her mannerisms are almost heartless-ish in a way, in certain places, though I attribute that to the fact that she's having one hell of an out-of-body experience. XD
And parts of it read like lyrics, which makes me v. happy. <3
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Date: 2006-12-15 02:48 am (UTC)she's having one hell of an out-of-body experience
LOL that is the best way ever to describe that. No kidding, eh? Poor Kairi.
Which parts read like lyrics? I'm not sure what makes prose read like lyrics in the first place. Your comments always make me curious, lol! THANK YOU
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Date: 2006-12-18 06:18 am (UTC)Lyrics ... mm, this part in particular: When there was ground beneath her feet and hot wind that dried her mouth when she began to speak. A time when she felt things that were her own and not the dim after-affects of a steadily beating noise that sings along her veins and says only one thing.
It sounds like something from an Okkervil River (http://jound.com/okkervil/songs.html) song. Very storylike, and dreamy, and full of awesome.
And you're so welcome! Keep the fic coming, and I'll keep with the love. <3 <3 <3
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