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kh_drabble2005-06-17 10:41 pm
wrong.livejournal.com) wrote in kh_drabble2005-06-17 10:41 pm
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a recipe for happiness
Challenge; [25] Flawed
Title; untitled
Word Count; 187
Notes; Rather strange, really. It's more like a train of thought piece, and not good at all.
It's easy to see why they like her. She has the kind of smile that draws you to her like a moth to a flame, easy and open and friendly and loving, but he isn't fooled, oh no, he isn't. Not like Sora, nor Selphie, nor Wakka nor Tidus. He thinks he can see through her façade because she possesses his exact same smile, glass-like and beautiful and oh-so-perfect.
However, when they look at each other her expression always changes just a tiny little bit, the perfect cupid's bow becoming this side of flawed, and he returns his own mockery of a genuine grin to her. It strikes him as ironic that in their rivalry they are rendered imperfect and become a little more real.
Sora, understandably, never senses anything out of the ordinary, and his smiles are never perfect. They are always a little crooked and a little bitten, a little raw and a little bloody from the constant fights and the sunburns and the salt-saturated water.
But it's even easier to see why of all people in their tiny little group, he is the one who is loved.
Title; untitled
Word Count; 187
Notes; Rather strange, really. It's more like a train of thought piece, and not good at all.
It's easy to see why they like her. She has the kind of smile that draws you to her like a moth to a flame, easy and open and friendly and loving, but he isn't fooled, oh no, he isn't. Not like Sora, nor Selphie, nor Wakka nor Tidus. He thinks he can see through her façade because she possesses his exact same smile, glass-like and beautiful and oh-so-perfect.
However, when they look at each other her expression always changes just a tiny little bit, the perfect cupid's bow becoming this side of flawed, and he returns his own mockery of a genuine grin to her. It strikes him as ironic that in their rivalry they are rendered imperfect and become a little more real.
Sora, understandably, never senses anything out of the ordinary, and his smiles are never perfect. They are always a little crooked and a little bitten, a little raw and a little bloody from the constant fights and the sunburns and the salt-saturated water.
But it's even easier to see why of all people in their tiny little group, he is the one who is loved.
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But thankee for the kind words.
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