Challenge [248]: Summer Vacation
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kh_drabbleTitle: Summer Vacation
Challenge: [248] Dog Days
Word Count: 384
Spoilers: Some for BBS and 358/2.
One day, about three months or so after Roxas turns up at the Castle, everyone is given the day off. Axel tells Roxas that he intends to spend the day sleeping as much as possible and instead heads off to Hollow Bastion to wander alone through half reformed passages that were once streets.
He remembers how this was about the time of year that he- or Lea, whatever- would start to get more fidgety than usual, crossing days off the calendar until the summer vacation began. He remembers how he’d charge out of the school doors almost as soon as the final bell rang, dragging Isa along by the arm to get summer started as soon as possible, trainers thumping the ground-
- boots clacking dully on unfamiliar paving slabs, weapons readied as shadows crept closer, a familiar voice, “Let’s get started.”-
He remembers the lists he’d make in class beforehand instead of paying attention, ream upon ream of intended hopes and goals abandoned as soon as the holidays arrived in favour of whatever new idea sprung to mind-
- bowed heads in the corridor, his own voice an uncertain whisper, “Sure.”, a quiet voice, “I knew I could count on you.”-
He remembers being thrown out of more than one place- shops, cafés, cinemas...hell, even the castle once- a day and brushing it aside as others not being able to understand that they were just having fun. He remembers lying on his back next to Isa as his friend pointed out constellations to him-
- a moon shaped like a heart, grotesque, drawing the eye away from the thousands of worlds twinkling in the sky and making them pale in comparison.
A calm voice, “We’re one step closer.”-
He remembers sea salt ice cream as the sun set.
He remembers when it was different.
He doesn’t see Saïx in Hollow Bastion that day and the fact doesn’t surprise him; if anything, he’s more surprised that it doesn’t surprise him.
But then again, he thinks idly that night, what else is there to expect from life? Time passes- summer becomes autumn becomes winter becomes spring becomes summer. And so on.
Axel looks down at what he’s just written. He doesn’t even have to nod to himself to confirm it.
I didn’t change. You did.
Challenge: [248] Dog Days
Word Count: 384
Spoilers: Some for BBS and 358/2.
One day, about three months or so after Roxas turns up at the Castle, everyone is given the day off. Axel tells Roxas that he intends to spend the day sleeping as much as possible and instead heads off to Hollow Bastion to wander alone through half reformed passages that were once streets.
He remembers how this was about the time of year that he- or Lea, whatever- would start to get more fidgety than usual, crossing days off the calendar until the summer vacation began. He remembers how he’d charge out of the school doors almost as soon as the final bell rang, dragging Isa along by the arm to get summer started as soon as possible, trainers thumping the ground-
- boots clacking dully on unfamiliar paving slabs, weapons readied as shadows crept closer, a familiar voice, “Let’s get started.”-
He remembers the lists he’d make in class beforehand instead of paying attention, ream upon ream of intended hopes and goals abandoned as soon as the holidays arrived in favour of whatever new idea sprung to mind-
- bowed heads in the corridor, his own voice an uncertain whisper, “Sure.”, a quiet voice, “I knew I could count on you.”-
He remembers being thrown out of more than one place- shops, cafés, cinemas...hell, even the castle once- a day and brushing it aside as others not being able to understand that they were just having fun. He remembers lying on his back next to Isa as his friend pointed out constellations to him-
- a moon shaped like a heart, grotesque, drawing the eye away from the thousands of worlds twinkling in the sky and making them pale in comparison.
A calm voice, “We’re one step closer.”-
He remembers sea salt ice cream as the sun set.
He remembers when it was different.
He doesn’t see Saïx in Hollow Bastion that day and the fact doesn’t surprise him; if anything, he’s more surprised that it doesn’t surprise him.
But then again, he thinks idly that night, what else is there to expect from life? Time passes- summer becomes autumn becomes winter becomes spring becomes summer. And so on.
Axel looks down at what he’s just written. He doesn’t even have to nod to himself to confirm it.
I didn’t change. You did.
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