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kh_drabblechallenge: [220] sunshine
title: blue skies and
wordcount: 370
notes: i can't think of anything except i haven't slept for 21 hours and i hope you like this fic. these statements aren't unrelated.
Roxas smiles as Riku comes at him. This was pointless. Stupid. He was going to sleep that night – but you had to fight for the sake of form.
He is here tonight because yesterday, he was sitting outside on a boat under rainbow bottles. He was alone, he but he was never alone, and he missed Donald and Goofy. Who? No… he means Axel. And someone he can’t place…
He couldn’t shake the loneliness as he leaned into the white sun. He was alone, so perfectly alone, and for the first time in his year-long life he wanted to cry. He remembered that the person he couldn’t place had given him thoughts that placed perfectly: He was not living in the city, reading and killing and sleeping. He did not belong in the shadows and he did not belong to the nobodies.
If he could run into the New Orleans light, the city’s sorcery might bring him back to wherever the rest of his self was. He was a little scared, yeah, but…
The lady, she lost her eyes. It hurt and it changed her completely but she said she found her magic in the sun. The good white magic that she had chosen to make her life. It was worth it, she said.
And he remembers being the hero. Small things come back: his place in the gummi ship and in Traverse Town and having adventures under vast blue skies. He wanted it back.
It seemed insane, then and it does now, but waking up in a world that was always dark was just as bizarre, right? He remembers existing in dreams that are more real then his waking life, and he thinks Riku knows someone who can make those dreams life.
Besides, it might be easy. If he goes to sleep and falls into his missing memories as he does, it will be day when he wakes up.
--
He wakes up in Twilight Town. It is early and weak yellow light is pooled on the bedroom floor. He remembers he dreamed about real light, and something about becoming it. Or just rejoining it.
Whatever, screw it, it was a dream, and he’s late to meet his friends.
title: blue skies and
wordcount: 370
notes: i can't think of anything except i haven't slept for 21 hours and i hope you like this fic. these statements aren't unrelated.
Roxas smiles as Riku comes at him. This was pointless. Stupid. He was going to sleep that night – but you had to fight for the sake of form.
He is here tonight because yesterday, he was sitting outside on a boat under rainbow bottles. He was alone, he but he was never alone, and he missed Donald and Goofy. Who? No… he means Axel. And someone he can’t place…
He couldn’t shake the loneliness as he leaned into the white sun. He was alone, so perfectly alone, and for the first time in his year-long life he wanted to cry. He remembered that the person he couldn’t place had given him thoughts that placed perfectly: He was not living in the city, reading and killing and sleeping. He did not belong in the shadows and he did not belong to the nobodies.
If he could run into the New Orleans light, the city’s sorcery might bring him back to wherever the rest of his self was. He was a little scared, yeah, but…
The lady, she lost her eyes. It hurt and it changed her completely but she said she found her magic in the sun. The good white magic that she had chosen to make her life. It was worth it, she said.
And he remembers being the hero. Small things come back: his place in the gummi ship and in Traverse Town and having adventures under vast blue skies. He wanted it back.
It seemed insane, then and it does now, but waking up in a world that was always dark was just as bizarre, right? He remembers existing in dreams that are more real then his waking life, and he thinks Riku knows someone who can make those dreams life.
Besides, it might be easy. If he goes to sleep and falls into his missing memories as he does, it will be day when he wakes up.
--
He wakes up in Twilight Town. It is early and weak yellow light is pooled on the bedroom floor. He remembers he dreamed about real light, and something about becoming it. Or just rejoining it.
Whatever, screw it, it was a dream, and he’s late to meet his friends.
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Date: 2010-03-15 03:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-15 05:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-16 03:09 am (UTC)There's a bit of sadness ringing around the edges of this.
I like it. :)
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Date: 2010-03-16 04:45 am (UTC)i am soso glad you liked:)
i has no roxas icon, and this is sad.
Date: 2010-03-16 05:21 am (UTC)This...this was sad and sweet and kind of lonely and dear lord, if I didn't want to give Roxas a hug before, I definitely do now.
(ironically, I read this when you first posted it but I had just woken up and when I read the title I started singing the song to myself)
If you decided to expand on Roxas's adventures in New Orleans I'd love you forevas :3
Re: i has no roxas icon, and this is sad.
Date: 2010-03-16 07:09 am (UTC)haha you should see my epic lip sync. i love the end of the song "when we're human"...i like to pretend i can belt tiana's part.
i might i might! i am super obsessed with the princess & the frog and it's finally finding it's way into drabbles.