[Drabble -- Fantasy of a Reality]
Writer's Note: inspired by theatrical_muse's challenge: What is your favorite daydream and why? Also, I refer to KITT and Zephyr as brothers because I see it that KITT has "adopted" Zephyr as his younger brother.
Fantasy of a Reality
It was warm -- he could feel it. He knew this place, although he had never been sure whether it really existed. He had come here once in a dream after he had been liberated, and liked to drift back to it in a daydream for a visit when reality was too chaotic. It was like an unconscious decision to come here... to escape. When he wasn't reliving his dark past, he sometimes dreamt in "human," as he liked to put it, though he had never really desired to become human.
He was sitting in the warm, golden sand of a deserted beach, and someone came up beside him, a strong black-haired man with dark eyes. Zephyr looked up and strangely recognized the man as Kitt. Kitt knelt down beside him, and for a while they watched the setting sun slip behind the ocean.
"Do you know where you are?" Kitt questioned after a while.
Zephyr shook his head as a gentle breeze ruffled his brown hair.
Kitt reached out to rest a hand on Zephyr's shoulder. "Somewhere safe. Like we promised."
Zephyr's uncertainty was etched into the young features of his face, and reflected in his sapphire eyes. "How do you know?" he asked quietly.
Kitt smiled. "How do I know? Because I'm here. And we're here."
"But..." Zephyr glanced behind him as if he expected someone to pounce them, "how do you know they won't come here...?"
"Because Mike and Draco and I have that under control. They'll never get you again. You just have to trust me. Us."
Zephyr's eyes filled with tears. "I do." But then he smiled a little. "Thank you, Kitt."
Kitt smiled in return and pulled the young Zephyr into a tight embrace, catching him off-guard. But soon emotions overwhelmed him and he threw his arms around Kitt's neck with the childlike innocence that only he could have, burying his face in his brother's shirt and sobbing -- for once not in sorrow, but with relief.
Fantasy of a Reality
It was warm -- he could feel it. He knew this place, although he had never been sure whether it really existed. He had come here once in a dream after he had been liberated, and liked to drift back to it in a daydream for a visit when reality was too chaotic. It was like an unconscious decision to come here... to escape. When he wasn't reliving his dark past, he sometimes dreamt in "human," as he liked to put it, though he had never really desired to become human.
He was sitting in the warm, golden sand of a deserted beach, and someone came up beside him, a strong black-haired man with dark eyes. Zephyr looked up and strangely recognized the man as Kitt. Kitt knelt down beside him, and for a while they watched the setting sun slip behind the ocean.
"Do you know where you are?" Kitt questioned after a while.
Zephyr shook his head as a gentle breeze ruffled his brown hair.
Kitt reached out to rest a hand on Zephyr's shoulder. "Somewhere safe. Like we promised."
Zephyr's uncertainty was etched into the young features of his face, and reflected in his sapphire eyes. "How do you know?" he asked quietly.
Kitt smiled. "How do I know? Because I'm here. And we're here."
"But..." Zephyr glanced behind him as if he expected someone to pounce them, "how do you know they won't come here...?"
"Because Mike and Draco and I have that under control. They'll never get you again. You just have to trust me. Us."
Zephyr's eyes filled with tears. "I do." But then he smiled a little. "Thank you, Kitt."
Kitt smiled in return and pulled the young Zephyr into a tight embrace, catching him off-guard. But soon emotions overwhelmed him and he threw his arms around Kitt's neck with the childlike innocence that only he could have, burying his face in his brother's shirt and sobbing -- for once not in sorrow, but with relief.