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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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