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kh_drabblechallenge: 232. best supporting actor
title: whistle in the dark
words: 480
notes: hey guys, it's been a while (thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
iki_teru for the poke to come back, though! ^^). i'm out of practice, yeeeeesh.
A long, long time ago, back before kings or anything were even important at all, Mickey signed up for something bigger than he’d ever thought he’d get to do. Oh, sure, he used to be full of himself when he was younger. There goes Mickey again, they’d say, watching him go by, you know, Mickey Mouse. M-o-u-s-e. That’s right. And then he’d go by and cause trouble on the docks or in the town, devil may care attitude and all. (He sees a lot of himself in Riku. A lot of bravado. A lot of heart. Riku’s like he was in his time, except that, in the end, he made better choices. Riku’s not done yet, though. He’s sure of that, because he’s still watching for that moment when Riku finally decides, finally grows up.)
See, back when magic was less of a way of life and more of something extraordinary, Mickey had given himself up. He gave up his life of lazing around the river, traded it all in when a man came and asked him if he was ready to lead. Yes sir, Mickey’d said, you bet, and suddenly he found himself faced with learning how to build around a cornerstone and build up people and be King.
Being King, he’d been told, does not mean you boss everyone around. It meant being a friend. It meant being a protector. It meant taking care of everybody and everything, it meant doing what had to be done.
Mickey’d lived with that order, ever since then. He’d trained and ruled and fought to do what he had to, to be bigger than himself. He’d kept himself open to what had to be done, and he’d gone where he had to for a long, long, long time.
These days, he was almost always tired. He missed being home, he missed peace. He missed quiet naps outside in the garden under a tree, lazy afternoons on a boat, running around with Pluto or reading with Minnie. But darkness wasn’t much for growing flowers, or boats, or libraries, he’d found. It eats you up if you let it (and he won’t let it get to Riku, not now or ever) or swallows you up in a fog (and he won’t let it get to Sora or his friends, either, even if it means he has to follow them forever) and then you’re stuck.
So he waits. And he watches. And when he sees Sora stumble and about to fall, Mickey goes to catch him and helps out as best he can. When Riku can’t feel himself underneath his disguise any more, Mickey’s there to remember who he is for him. He goes beyond himself, beyond his tired arms and feet and perks up his tail and jumps in to fight.
More than a m-o-u-s-e, he thinks, he’s a k-i-n-g, with friends to protect. He whistles in the dark, and waits for the sound to echo back to him along the way.
title: whistle in the dark
words: 480
notes: hey guys, it's been a while (thanks to
iki_teru for the poke to come back, though! ^^). i'm out of practice, yeeeeesh. A long, long time ago, back before kings or anything were even important at all, Mickey signed up for something bigger than he’d ever thought he’d get to do. Oh, sure, he used to be full of himself when he was younger. There goes Mickey again, they’d say, watching him go by, you know, Mickey Mouse. M-o-u-s-e. That’s right. And then he’d go by and cause trouble on the docks or in the town, devil may care attitude and all. (He sees a lot of himself in Riku. A lot of bravado. A lot of heart. Riku’s like he was in his time, except that, in the end, he made better choices. Riku’s not done yet, though. He’s sure of that, because he’s still watching for that moment when Riku finally decides, finally grows up.)
See, back when magic was less of a way of life and more of something extraordinary, Mickey had given himself up. He gave up his life of lazing around the river, traded it all in when a man came and asked him if he was ready to lead. Yes sir, Mickey’d said, you bet, and suddenly he found himself faced with learning how to build around a cornerstone and build up people and be King.
Being King, he’d been told, does not mean you boss everyone around. It meant being a friend. It meant being a protector. It meant taking care of everybody and everything, it meant doing what had to be done.
Mickey’d lived with that order, ever since then. He’d trained and ruled and fought to do what he had to, to be bigger than himself. He’d kept himself open to what had to be done, and he’d gone where he had to for a long, long, long time.
These days, he was almost always tired. He missed being home, he missed peace. He missed quiet naps outside in the garden under a tree, lazy afternoons on a boat, running around with Pluto or reading with Minnie. But darkness wasn’t much for growing flowers, or boats, or libraries, he’d found. It eats you up if you let it (and he won’t let it get to Riku, not now or ever) or swallows you up in a fog (and he won’t let it get to Sora or his friends, either, even if it means he has to follow them forever) and then you’re stuck.
So he waits. And he watches. And when he sees Sora stumble and about to fall, Mickey goes to catch him and helps out as best he can. When Riku can’t feel himself underneath his disguise any more, Mickey’s there to remember who he is for him. He goes beyond himself, beyond his tired arms and feet and perks up his tail and jumps in to fight.
More than a m-o-u-s-e, he thinks, he’s a k-i-n-g, with friends to protect. He whistles in the dark, and waits for the sound to echo back to him along the way.
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Date: 2010-07-04 09:30 pm (UTC)This, fills my heart with warm fuzzies like woah. I adore the little snippets of Mickey watching out for Riku (and Sora) and him missing Minnie, and life in general.
And your little repetition of m-o-u-s-e (which I constantly hear in the Mickey Mouse club song) was just amazing and a little chilling, especially when you added k-i-n-g to it.
Welcome back! :D you were missed ♥
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Date: 2010-07-05 04:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-06 03:19 pm (UTC)He sees a lot of himself in Riku. A lot of bravado. A lot of heart.
Great job! :D