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#024; mummifiedmutant
Title: Truth, Sunset.
Prompt: kingdom100; 23. SUNSET. kh_drabble; 144. PURSUIT.
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts.
Characters: Sora, Donald, Goofy, Hayner, Pence, Olette; mentions: Roxas.
Word Count: 469.
Rating: G.
Author's Notes: Was written for kh_drabble all the way back in April; never got around to posting it here until now. And it fits super-well into this prompt for kingdom100, too. x3
Donald shifts awkwardly where he sits. Goofy's a bucketful of cheer, enjoying the salty-sweet of a day well spent, as he should. And Sora-- why, Sora simply smiles towards the sunset. Hayner, Pence, Olette --and for some reason, there's that unspoken connection; you cry because you'll miss them, see, barely an hour has passed since you first met-- laugh between each other. Because this is really nice. It's familiar. And it's the sunset; the dimming of the heavens.
"We usually watch the sunset from the clock tower," Pence points up, nowhere but up, and Hayner and Olette follow suit. There's the shine of crystal, just a little too dull, yet still enough to brighten faces. "This is nice too, though." Donald grumbles about the feeling of the tiles against his butt; everyone laughs.
This is the friends forever type of deal. Sora, Donald, Goofy. Hayner, Pence, Olette. Roxas.
Sora's head jolts to and fro. "Garwsh," Goofy chimes in, ever the concerned friend, "are you alright there, Sora?" and the boy stares, pale as a ghost. He feels a scatter of pieces line themselves up, only a few and far between. There's a truth in the air, in this town, in the way there's still light against the horizon-- long after the sun has made it's decent. Sora takes a breath, relaxes himself back against the roof. Goofy has the remains of a popsicle stick in one hand, "Sora?"
"Eh--?"
"I think you might of spaced out there, buddy. A'hyuck!"
Everyone nods in agreement. Sora does too.
And it's a nice silence from there on in, just waiting for the sky to grow dark, for their eye-lids to droop and their minds to soar, dreaming of tomorrow-- beach, train, sunset, fightfightfight. Hayner says something about not much liking the silence; Olette comments that he never has. "So. Sora. What were you thinkin' about?"
"Hm?" Sora looks at them all, one after the other. He stops on Hayner, drops to a half-smile, "this town, I guess. It. It feels like home."
Donald speaks in a hushed squawk or a whisper, barely loud enough for the three residents of Twilight Town to hear. "Sora," he sounds as sympathetic as can be; almost looks ready to hug him, in fact, "we'll get you back home some day. You can count on it!"
"I--" Sora sighs and smiles, "thanks, guys."
He isn't quite sure. What he meant by that, that is. For such a place to feel like home. A place he has yet to experience morning, to feel the early sun against his window, to think only of summer vacation and to live every day to it's fullest. Home. He seeks the truth, seeks the meaning behind these connections in his heart...
And yet, in the days of heartless, nobodies, legends, he contents himself simply in watching the sunset.
Here, he feels closer to the truth.
Title: There's Better (then there's just as good).
Prompt: kingdom100; 27. FEAR.
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts.
Characters: Sora, Riku; mentions: Kairi.
Word Count: 169.
Rating: G.
Author's Notes: This is for aurons_fan at this meme, since I imagined she'd enjoy something SoraRiku-ish (and what's better than Little!SoraRiku? :D).
Riku stands at four feet, eleven inches. He's better than his best friend, Sora.
"You can't make that jump!"
"Bet you I can!"
Sora's shivering; Riku can tell. His toes are curling, too, and his sandals make a weird scratchy sound when he does.
"Don't kid yourself! Get down from there!"
There isn't much to get down from, honestly. Maybe thirty center-meters up and one and a half meters across. But it means the world to Sora, and he's not going to give up until he at least tries. It's the principle of the whole thing; two little boys fighting over one pretty little girl.
The mud bubbles like a cauldron below him and Riku can only shake his head and laugh.
He's not gonna do it, Riku thinks, no way would Sora ever--
There's a slight slap and an even slighter scramble before Sora is standing triumphant on the other side. There's mud on his ankles. He doesn't care.
Sora stands at four feet, nine inches. He can be just as good as his best friend, Riku.
Prompt: kingdom100; 23. SUNSET. kh_drabble; 144. PURSUIT.
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts.
Characters: Sora, Donald, Goofy, Hayner, Pence, Olette; mentions: Roxas.
Word Count: 469.
Rating: G.
Author's Notes: Was written for kh_drabble all the way back in April; never got around to posting it here until now. And it fits super-well into this prompt for kingdom100, too. x3
Donald shifts awkwardly where he sits. Goofy's a bucketful of cheer, enjoying the salty-sweet of a day well spent, as he should. And Sora-- why, Sora simply smiles towards the sunset. Hayner, Pence, Olette --and for some reason, there's that unspoken connection; you cry because you'll miss them, see, barely an hour has passed since you first met-- laugh between each other. Because this is really nice. It's familiar. And it's the sunset; the dimming of the heavens.
"We usually watch the sunset from the clock tower," Pence points up, nowhere but up, and Hayner and Olette follow suit. There's the shine of crystal, just a little too dull, yet still enough to brighten faces. "This is nice too, though." Donald grumbles about the feeling of the tiles against his butt; everyone laughs.
This is the friends forever type of deal. Sora, Donald, Goofy. Hayner, Pence, Olette. Roxas.
Sora's head jolts to and fro. "Garwsh," Goofy chimes in, ever the concerned friend, "are you alright there, Sora?" and the boy stares, pale as a ghost. He feels a scatter of pieces line themselves up, only a few and far between. There's a truth in the air, in this town, in the way there's still light against the horizon-- long after the sun has made it's decent. Sora takes a breath, relaxes himself back against the roof. Goofy has the remains of a popsicle stick in one hand, "Sora?"
"Eh--?"
"I think you might of spaced out there, buddy. A'hyuck!"
Everyone nods in agreement. Sora does too.
And it's a nice silence from there on in, just waiting for the sky to grow dark, for their eye-lids to droop and their minds to soar, dreaming of tomorrow-- beach, train, sunset, fightfightfight. Hayner says something about not much liking the silence; Olette comments that he never has. "So. Sora. What were you thinkin' about?"
"Hm?" Sora looks at them all, one after the other. He stops on Hayner, drops to a half-smile, "this town, I guess. It. It feels like home."
Donald speaks in a hushed squawk or a whisper, barely loud enough for the three residents of Twilight Town to hear. "Sora," he sounds as sympathetic as can be; almost looks ready to hug him, in fact, "we'll get you back home some day. You can count on it!"
"I--" Sora sighs and smiles, "thanks, guys."
He isn't quite sure. What he meant by that, that is. For such a place to feel like home. A place he has yet to experience morning, to feel the early sun against his window, to think only of summer vacation and to live every day to it's fullest. Home. He seeks the truth, seeks the meaning behind these connections in his heart...
And yet, in the days of heartless, nobodies, legends, he contents himself simply in watching the sunset.
Here, he feels closer to the truth.
Title: There's Better (then there's just as good).
Prompt: kingdom100; 27. FEAR.
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts.
Characters: Sora, Riku; mentions: Kairi.
Word Count: 169.
Rating: G.
Author's Notes: This is for aurons_fan at this meme, since I imagined she'd enjoy something SoraRiku-ish (and what's better than Little!SoraRiku? :D).
Riku stands at four feet, eleven inches. He's better than his best friend, Sora.
"You can't make that jump!"
"Bet you I can!"
Sora's shivering; Riku can tell. His toes are curling, too, and his sandals make a weird scratchy sound when he does.
"Don't kid yourself! Get down from there!"
There isn't much to get down from, honestly. Maybe thirty center-meters up and one and a half meters across. But it means the world to Sora, and he's not going to give up until he at least tries. It's the principle of the whole thing; two little boys fighting over one pretty little girl.
The mud bubbles like a cauldron below him and Riku can only shake his head and laugh.
He's not gonna do it, Riku thinks, no way would Sora ever--
There's a slight slap and an even slighter scramble before Sora is standing triumphant on the other side. There's mud on his ankles. He doesn't care.
Sora stands at four feet, nine inches. He can be just as good as his best friend, Riku.