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kh_drabbleChallenge: [173] Fire
Title: Burnt Out
Word Count: 416
Notes: Haven't been around lately, but I missed this community so here I am. :)
The bed is made and all his possessions, from the smallest trinkets to the clothing littering his floor, are put away neatly. He knows he won't sleep even though he ought to. He knows there will be people, his parents first, searching the room by this time tomorrow, looking for clues to explain his disappearance. That's alright with him.
But the storm is not; there is a violent cloud over the island the likes of which he's never seen, but he knows the raft will not survive. Something latent within him, the thing that drove him to build the raft despite not fully understanding the desire, sparks into life, fueled by desperation.
Riku leaves his house earlier than planned, leaping out the window, unaware that all their plans had been proportionately savaged.
There's a mysterious darkness exploding around the island when he arrives, a passive aggressive entity that is no longer passive at all, and something calls to him. The breeze rushing from an unknown place, smelling of unknown things, is brushing past his flames, forcing them higher and stronger. It is a larger and scarier version of what began the first day he looked upon the door as a child, and it slowly burned away in his stomach until he could no longer ignore it, and it had since consumed Sora and Kairi as well. They may not have wanted or understood it, Riku realises much too late. He's been selfish.
The door is open. He doesn't have to see it to know it. The paopu island, a place of memories and bonds and longing, calls more strongly, because something is building there, something he can toss on the fire. He'll make it up to them by taking them to places they'd never dreamed.
He doesn't remember much of what happens next. Sora is calling to him, running towards him with bright blue eyes that are so much more striking against the dark, angry sky, and he wants Sora to come with him, extends a hand. He needs Sora to want this, but there are inky tendrils separating them, clogging his mind, and he cannot burn through them. Those blue eyes disappear.
When he awakens in an unknown time and place he immediately feels the hole that has been burned through him, a terrible, empty feeling of confusion and homesickness and regret and possibly a little excitement.
But as he stands he tastes it in his mouth, bitter and worthless—ashes.
Title: Burnt Out
Word Count: 416
Notes: Haven't been around lately, but I missed this community so here I am. :)
The bed is made and all his possessions, from the smallest trinkets to the clothing littering his floor, are put away neatly. He knows he won't sleep even though he ought to. He knows there will be people, his parents first, searching the room by this time tomorrow, looking for clues to explain his disappearance. That's alright with him.
But the storm is not; there is a violent cloud over the island the likes of which he's never seen, but he knows the raft will not survive. Something latent within him, the thing that drove him to build the raft despite not fully understanding the desire, sparks into life, fueled by desperation.
Riku leaves his house earlier than planned, leaping out the window, unaware that all their plans had been proportionately savaged.
There's a mysterious darkness exploding around the island when he arrives, a passive aggressive entity that is no longer passive at all, and something calls to him. The breeze rushing from an unknown place, smelling of unknown things, is brushing past his flames, forcing them higher and stronger. It is a larger and scarier version of what began the first day he looked upon the door as a child, and it slowly burned away in his stomach until he could no longer ignore it, and it had since consumed Sora and Kairi as well. They may not have wanted or understood it, Riku realises much too late. He's been selfish.
The door is open. He doesn't have to see it to know it. The paopu island, a place of memories and bonds and longing, calls more strongly, because something is building there, something he can toss on the fire. He'll make it up to them by taking them to places they'd never dreamed.
He doesn't remember much of what happens next. Sora is calling to him, running towards him with bright blue eyes that are so much more striking against the dark, angry sky, and he wants Sora to come with him, extends a hand. He needs Sora to want this, but there are inky tendrils separating them, clogging his mind, and he cannot burn through them. Those blue eyes disappear.
When he awakens in an unknown time and place he immediately feels the hole that has been burned through him, a terrible, empty feeling of confusion and homesickness and regret and possibly a little excitement.
But as he stands he tastes it in his mouth, bitter and worthless—ashes.
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