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tamingthemuseTitle: Lost Again
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Prompt: #185 - Percieve
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Notes: I really didn't like how this turned out. But I'm glad I got it in for the deadline.
Summary: Sora finds that what you perceive is not always what you should believe.
Sora breathed into the circle of his hands, rippling the air in front of him. His immediate surroundings were stained purple with the magic of it, but he payed no attention, instead only looking through the ring of his fingers.
Please, please work.
A small, transparent version of Riku walked through a hallway that Sora couldn't see the end of from his vantage point. The normal locator spell would have worked just fine for Sora, who hadn't seen Riku in weeks (months, hours on endless hours), but he was in a place where he couldn't simply up and leave. Death could do that to a person.
Okay, he wasn't really dead. But he was really, really close. Somehow, he had stumbled into a cold place between worlds that he hadn't quite puzzled his way out of, yet. There wasn't even any way he could send one of those lame, but admittedly effective, messages in a bottle.
The small Riku, small because he had to fit in the frame of Sora's hand-circle, sighed and dug in a pocket for his roomkey. The hotel in Traverse Town really wasn't all that shabby, and he could see that Riku had chosen the water room. Sora giggled a little to himself, the sound echoing sadly in the inbetween space. It was the same room he himself had chosen when he first roomed at the hotel. The view shifted abruptly as Riku entered the room. Which made Sora wonder what exactly Riku would see if he looked to where Sora was.
Riku closed the door behind him, and Sora looked from over his shoulder at the golden knob engraved with swirls. Magic, he realized. But more than likely defunct, because he had always had a problem with heartless in this room before he learned proper shielding spells. Riku tossed a few logs into the hearth, and then, with a casual motion, set them alight. Sora always admired the older teen’s confidence. As he rose from the fireplace, Sora’s view shifted again. Closer this time, it was almost as if he was viewing Riku through a television. He was limited to Riku’s profile from the shoulders up, like they were alongside each other.
He watched as Riku moved his bangs out of his eyes with a flip of his head. Sora felt the nostalgia and the weariness and the uncertainty hit him all at once. He was tired of being in an adventure. He was tired of running from world to world. What he wouldn’t give for a day – just a day – to spend with his best friend.
He watched the fire reflect in Riku’s eyes and sighed. He really shouldn’t let himself think like that. He liked making new friends, and no one deserved to become a heartless just because he wanted to take a vacation.
Riku looked away from the fireplace and walked to the bed. He picked up the corner of the coverlet and rubbed it between his fingers. His friend looked so sad, and he was so sure he wouldn’t be heard in this void, that he didn’t stop the forlorn “Riku,” from passing his lips.
Said teen looked up at his name, straight at Sora, as if he could see him. Sora gasped, and his fingers trembled. “…Riku? Can you hear me?”
Riku took a step toward him and Sora felt his arms start to tire under the strain of muscles and magic. “Riku, please. I don’t know how long I can--”
Riku reached a hand forward and touched the dark beyond Sora’s fingers. Sora threw his arms up, breaking the circle of his fingers, to block his eyes from the bright purple light that burst from in front of him.
“Sora?” he heard.
Sora quickly opened his eyes. The darkness was gone. Instead, he was in the room with Riku right across from him. “Riku,” he shouted estaticly, running with open arms toward his friend.
Riku just stood and watched, with a pained expression. And Sora soon came to realize why. He smacked his face into a barrier. “Riku?” He lifted his arms again, but to pound against the barrier in confused fury. “Riku, what’s going on!?”
“Sora,” Riku started, and he could tell his voice was strained. “How did you get into the mirror?”
“What are you talking about? I’m in the room with you! I can see the fireplace, and the bed and the wallpaper.” He looked behind himself as he gestured, and then aborted his wild arm movements when he realized. There was only one fireplace in the red room. So why was there one behind him, and one behind Riku?
“Sora…” The blue haired teen stepped forward, pressing his fingertips against what Sora now knew was glass. “I’ll get you out of here, I promise.”
Sora felt the tears well up behind his eyes. He was so close to what he wanted. Why couldn’t he just get one day? He pressed his lips against the glass, where Riku pressed his whole hand against the surface. “I know you will.”
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Prompt: #185 - Percieve
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Notes: I really didn't like how this turned out. But I'm glad I got it in for the deadline.
Summary: Sora finds that what you perceive is not always what you should believe.
Sora breathed into the circle of his hands, rippling the air in front of him. His immediate surroundings were stained purple with the magic of it, but he payed no attention, instead only looking through the ring of his fingers.
Please, please work.
A small, transparent version of Riku walked through a hallway that Sora couldn't see the end of from his vantage point. The normal locator spell would have worked just fine for Sora, who hadn't seen Riku in weeks (months, hours on endless hours), but he was in a place where he couldn't simply up and leave. Death could do that to a person.
Okay, he wasn't really dead. But he was really, really close. Somehow, he had stumbled into a cold place between worlds that he hadn't quite puzzled his way out of, yet. There wasn't even any way he could send one of those lame, but admittedly effective, messages in a bottle.
The small Riku, small because he had to fit in the frame of Sora's hand-circle, sighed and dug in a pocket for his roomkey. The hotel in Traverse Town really wasn't all that shabby, and he could see that Riku had chosen the water room. Sora giggled a little to himself, the sound echoing sadly in the inbetween space. It was the same room he himself had chosen when he first roomed at the hotel. The view shifted abruptly as Riku entered the room. Which made Sora wonder what exactly Riku would see if he looked to where Sora was.
Riku closed the door behind him, and Sora looked from over his shoulder at the golden knob engraved with swirls. Magic, he realized. But more than likely defunct, because he had always had a problem with heartless in this room before he learned proper shielding spells. Riku tossed a few logs into the hearth, and then, with a casual motion, set them alight. Sora always admired the older teen’s confidence. As he rose from the fireplace, Sora’s view shifted again. Closer this time, it was almost as if he was viewing Riku through a television. He was limited to Riku’s profile from the shoulders up, like they were alongside each other.
He watched as Riku moved his bangs out of his eyes with a flip of his head. Sora felt the nostalgia and the weariness and the uncertainty hit him all at once. He was tired of being in an adventure. He was tired of running from world to world. What he wouldn’t give for a day – just a day – to spend with his best friend.
He watched the fire reflect in Riku’s eyes and sighed. He really shouldn’t let himself think like that. He liked making new friends, and no one deserved to become a heartless just because he wanted to take a vacation.
Riku looked away from the fireplace and walked to the bed. He picked up the corner of the coverlet and rubbed it between his fingers. His friend looked so sad, and he was so sure he wouldn’t be heard in this void, that he didn’t stop the forlorn “Riku,” from passing his lips.
Said teen looked up at his name, straight at Sora, as if he could see him. Sora gasped, and his fingers trembled. “…Riku? Can you hear me?”
Riku took a step toward him and Sora felt his arms start to tire under the strain of muscles and magic. “Riku, please. I don’t know how long I can--”
Riku reached a hand forward and touched the dark beyond Sora’s fingers. Sora threw his arms up, breaking the circle of his fingers, to block his eyes from the bright purple light that burst from in front of him.
“Sora?” he heard.
Sora quickly opened his eyes. The darkness was gone. Instead, he was in the room with Riku right across from him. “Riku,” he shouted estaticly, running with open arms toward his friend.
Riku just stood and watched, with a pained expression. And Sora soon came to realize why. He smacked his face into a barrier. “Riku?” He lifted his arms again, but to pound against the barrier in confused fury. “Riku, what’s going on!?”
“Sora,” Riku started, and he could tell his voice was strained. “How did you get into the mirror?”
“What are you talking about? I’m in the room with you! I can see the fireplace, and the bed and the wallpaper.” He looked behind himself as he gestured, and then aborted his wild arm movements when he realized. There was only one fireplace in the red room. So why was there one behind him, and one behind Riku?
“Sora…” The blue haired teen stepped forward, pressing his fingertips against what Sora now knew was glass. “I’ll get you out of here, I promise.”
Sora felt the tears well up behind his eyes. He was so close to what he wanted. Why couldn’t he just get one day? He pressed his lips against the glass, where Riku pressed his whole hand against the surface. “I know you will.”
