casket wish.
This was actually inspired by another drabble:
kawaiigami's drabble on the kh_drabble comm, right here.
Title: Casket Wish
Characters // Pairings: Sora, Riku, Kairi // ot3
Rating // Warnings: G // ... is this polygamy?
Canon: Post series KH2
Wordcount: 466
Summary: Like digging up the bones of the old life.
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It feels like they're uncovering a coffin.
No one says anything. The dirt under his feet is cold, but through his shoes he doesn't feel it.
One more shovel of dirt, just one more. Another, the clods of dirt tumbling down the pile like a miniature landslide. His fingers twitch a little. He wants to move, or -- what can he do? Nothing. He watches, silently, as his -- their -- past is unearthed before their eyes.
He glances to Kairi, standing a good five feet from him. There are no people between the three of them, and yet he's never felt so crowded. It feels unnatural. The distance feels like five miles and not five feet.
Her eyes flick up to his, and he feels a little bit of surprise clench his heart -- then she's looking back as Riku, his white hair snowier than ever and his eyes full of something he never expected to see there -- drops the shovel and kneels to remove the capsule from the ground. All three of them, blueaquaviolet, their eyes are focused on it alone.
When he receives the items he placed within it, he stares at them. Spit to seal it (the echo of the stale taste of pure envelope still lingers on his tongue) and his name, right there, staring him in the face. He doesn't bother with opening it, removes a tiny letter opener from his pocket. He was expecting this.
He slices the letter open, reads the contents with a stone heart.
Sora clutches the letter to his chest. His heart. Part of it feels like it has been frozen for a long time, but the fifteen-year-old (for even when you're much older, you're still all the ages you were before, he's learned -- still one-two-three when you're four, still five-six-seven when you're eight) inside of him wants to cry.
And it does, and Kairi is glancing at him as the tears spill. He's not sobbing, not making a sound -- but both of them drop their things. Both of them leave the memories behind, and the distance closes, and even as Sora wonders how they could have possibly gotten so, so far apart, they're both wrapping their arms around him. Riku's nose is buried in his hair and Kairi's head is pillowed on his shoulder and they're together, and though he knows their intent was to comfort, he can't help but cry harder.
He doesn't turn to either of them, knows it is not for him to choose favorites. He sits on the cold coffin ground and he cries and they simply sit with him and they're together, even after so many years. So many years of solitude and they're together and it's right and it's them.
And he's content with them.
kawaiigami's drabble on the kh_drabble comm, right here.
Title: Casket Wish
Characters // Pairings: Sora, Riku, Kairi // ot3
Rating // Warnings: G // ... is this polygamy?
Canon: Post series KH2
Wordcount: 466
Summary: Like digging up the bones of the old life.
---
It feels like they're uncovering a coffin.
No one says anything. The dirt under his feet is cold, but through his shoes he doesn't feel it.
One more shovel of dirt, just one more. Another, the clods of dirt tumbling down the pile like a miniature landslide. His fingers twitch a little. He wants to move, or -- what can he do? Nothing. He watches, silently, as his -- their -- past is unearthed before their eyes.
He glances to Kairi, standing a good five feet from him. There are no people between the three of them, and yet he's never felt so crowded. It feels unnatural. The distance feels like five miles and not five feet.
Her eyes flick up to his, and he feels a little bit of surprise clench his heart -- then she's looking back as Riku, his white hair snowier than ever and his eyes full of something he never expected to see there -- drops the shovel and kneels to remove the capsule from the ground. All three of them, blueaquaviolet, their eyes are focused on it alone.
When he receives the items he placed within it, he stares at them. Spit to seal it (the echo of the stale taste of pure envelope still lingers on his tongue) and his name, right there, staring him in the face. He doesn't bother with opening it, removes a tiny letter opener from his pocket. He was expecting this.
He slices the letter open, reads the contents with a stone heart.
Sora clutches the letter to his chest. His heart. Part of it feels like it has been frozen for a long time, but the fifteen-year-old (for even when you're much older, you're still all the ages you were before, he's learned -- still one-two-three when you're four, still five-six-seven when you're eight) inside of him wants to cry.
And it does, and Kairi is glancing at him as the tears spill. He's not sobbing, not making a sound -- but both of them drop their things. Both of them leave the memories behind, and the distance closes, and even as Sora wonders how they could have possibly gotten so, so far apart, they're both wrapping their arms around him. Riku's nose is buried in his hair and Kairi's head is pillowed on his shoulder and they're together, and though he knows their intent was to comfort, he can't help but cry harder.
He doesn't turn to either of them, knows it is not for him to choose favorites. He sits on the cold coffin ground and he cries and they simply sit with him and they're together, even after so many years. So many years of solitude and they're together and it's right and it's them.
And he's content with them.