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kh_drabbleChallenge: 190 - Liar
Title: Broken Slings and Splintered Arrows
Word Count: 421
Summary: What else could he tell her, really?
It kills him a little when she looks up at him with the same blue eyes that grace his own features. They are wide, concerned, tear-filled, like orbs drenched in the morning rain.
She wraps her arms tightly around him, burying her face in his shoulder. All she can think about is how he’s too tall, how the boy who left would have never been so hesitant to accept a hug.
“You’re finally home,” she lets go and looks at him once again, as if she needs the assurance that yes, this is her missing son, the boy who left almost two years ago.
“Yeah,” he clears his throat, eyes sparkling with tears in a way in which only theirs are capable.
“I… I’m so glad…” she stumbles over her words, trying to play both the part of relieved parent and curious inquirer. “What… happened? Where did you go?”
His frown is so perfectly rehearsed that the missing integrity in his eyes goes unnoticed. “I-- we… needed a break, I guess. Remember that raft I built with Riku and Kairi? We sailed around the islands, along the coast of the mainland…”
She sees holes in his excuse. She doesn’t want to press them; this is her missing son after all, and what if she causes him to leave again? Reliving that emptiness would smother what little remains of her spirit.
Her prying nature and common sense get the best of her. “But how did Kairi get back before you and Riku? And why did she leave again?”
For once Sora wishes he had been blessed with an unintelligent mother who would believe his pathetic mask. “She wanted to come back to, you know, visit her family. I guess the island’s constraints were too much and she left again.”
“So these… constraining islands,” the words are like arsenic on her tongue as she lashes out in sarcastic criticism. “Are they going to be too much for you again?”
He’s already lied enough; one more and he feels like whatever little remains of his integrity will crumble like his innocence the night the storm swept him away from this strange land he once considered home. Sora can’t let her think he’ll be there forever to tend to the garden, pick up the house, help with the family business. But when she looks at him with that expression of the most melancholic, ineffable sadness that has ever shadowed her aging features, the words slip into oblivion.
“No, Mom. I’ll never leave again; I promise.”
Title: Broken Slings and Splintered Arrows
Word Count: 421
Summary: What else could he tell her, really?
It kills him a little when she looks up at him with the same blue eyes that grace his own features. They are wide, concerned, tear-filled, like orbs drenched in the morning rain.
She wraps her arms tightly around him, burying her face in his shoulder. All she can think about is how he’s too tall, how the boy who left would have never been so hesitant to accept a hug.
“You’re finally home,” she lets go and looks at him once again, as if she needs the assurance that yes, this is her missing son, the boy who left almost two years ago.
“Yeah,” he clears his throat, eyes sparkling with tears in a way in which only theirs are capable.
“I… I’m so glad…” she stumbles over her words, trying to play both the part of relieved parent and curious inquirer. “What… happened? Where did you go?”
His frown is so perfectly rehearsed that the missing integrity in his eyes goes unnoticed. “I-- we… needed a break, I guess. Remember that raft I built with Riku and Kairi? We sailed around the islands, along the coast of the mainland…”
She sees holes in his excuse. She doesn’t want to press them; this is her missing son after all, and what if she causes him to leave again? Reliving that emptiness would smother what little remains of her spirit.
Her prying nature and common sense get the best of her. “But how did Kairi get back before you and Riku? And why did she leave again?”
For once Sora wishes he had been blessed with an unintelligent mother who would believe his pathetic mask. “She wanted to come back to, you know, visit her family. I guess the island’s constraints were too much and she left again.”
“So these… constraining islands,” the words are like arsenic on her tongue as she lashes out in sarcastic criticism. “Are they going to be too much for you again?”
He’s already lied enough; one more and he feels like whatever little remains of his integrity will crumble like his innocence the night the storm swept him away from this strange land he once considered home. Sora can’t let her think he’ll be there forever to tend to the garden, pick up the house, help with the family business. But when she looks at him with that expression of the most melancholic, ineffable sadness that has ever shadowed her aging features, the words slip into oblivion.
“No, Mom. I’ll never leave again; I promise.”
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Date: 2009-06-16 11:11 pm (UTC)I don't think I've ever seen anyone write his mom before.
Like, his canon mom.
This was great. You captured that mom-ness very well. :3
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