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writetomyheart2021-04-07 08:43 pm
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[TEAM ONE]
Kingdom Hearts, Sora and Vanitas, ~500 words
He was getting kinda lonely.
Sora flicked the surface of the water to watch the ripples spread, wishing he had a rock to skip. There was something deeply miserable about the stillness of the Final World. Rivers sent Poohsticks on races. The ocean swept in paopu fruits on the tides. Water always carried hearts home. It shouldn’t be allowed to look like this.
Maybe he’d been lying before.
He was getting really lonely.
Sora cupped his hand in his chin, elbow propped up on his knee, and leaned forward to look at his reflection. He blew out a breath, watching the air rustle one of his hair spikes. This place had no currents, no wind—other than what he could create himself.
“Is it really just us?”
Sora put his hand down against the surface, touching it like a mirror. In the unsettling of the water, a shadow brushed across his face.
“One prison begets another,” his voice answered.
Below him, his reflection’s eyes darkened, changing to a deep crimson as a vicious grin spread across his face. Sora tried to blink his eyes clear of the vision, or dream, but the crueler version of his face refused to leave his sight.
“Vanitas?” Sora asked, feeling his expression shift into confusion as the one below him only grinned wider.
“You’ve done a real number on yourself, haven’t you?” Vanitas drawled from the other side of the expanse of water. He sat in the same position as Sora, cheek resting on one hand while his other touched the surface of the mirrored water. The black tint of his hair and the details of his suit of darkness had come into full clarity, but his eyes remained red. “Stranded all alone, away from anyone who cares about you.”
“What about you?” Sora asked.
“I don’t care about you,” Vanitas scoffed.
“No, what about you? You’re here too.” Sora moved his hand along the surface, watching to see if Vanitas’ would follow. The muscles of his suit seemed to tense, but Vanitas’ arm made the same arcing movement as his expression fell into a frown.
Sora shifted onto his hands and his knees and Vanitas mirrored him, almost reluctantly. Experimentally, Sora lifted his hand from the surface, then brought it back down. Vanitas’ hand followed again, fingers straining to become a fist. Tied to Sora’s reflection, he didn’t seem to be able to move more than his head.
Sora had come here to make everyone happy, but he’d dragged someone else down with him anyway.
“I’m sorry,” Sora said, vision blurring.
“Tears won’t change anything.” Vanitas looked disgusted as a tear landed between them, rippling the surface, but as Sora’s eyes cleared he could see that Vanitas’ eyes had gone wet too. “They’re useless.”
“I’m sorry,” Sora said. “I’m so sorry.”
“Did you forget?” Vanitas spat. “No one’s around to hear you grovel.”
“You are,” Sora sniffed. “You are because I trapped you here.”
His eyes narrowed, but he didn’t deny it.
“But it’s not just that,” Sora said. “I’m sorry for being glad you’re here.”
He was getting kinda lonely.
Sora flicked the surface of the water to watch the ripples spread, wishing he had a rock to skip. There was something deeply miserable about the stillness of the Final World. Rivers sent Poohsticks on races. The ocean swept in paopu fruits on the tides. Water always carried hearts home. It shouldn’t be allowed to look like this.
Maybe he’d been lying before.
He was getting really lonely.
Sora cupped his hand in his chin, elbow propped up on his knee, and leaned forward to look at his reflection. He blew out a breath, watching the air rustle one of his hair spikes. This place had no currents, no wind—other than what he could create himself.
“Is it really just us?”
Sora put his hand down against the surface, touching it like a mirror. In the unsettling of the water, a shadow brushed across his face.
“One prison begets another,” his voice answered.
Below him, his reflection’s eyes darkened, changing to a deep crimson as a vicious grin spread across his face. Sora tried to blink his eyes clear of the vision, or dream, but the crueler version of his face refused to leave his sight.
“Vanitas?” Sora asked, feeling his expression shift into confusion as the one below him only grinned wider.
“You’ve done a real number on yourself, haven’t you?” Vanitas drawled from the other side of the expanse of water. He sat in the same position as Sora, cheek resting on one hand while his other touched the surface of the mirrored water. The black tint of his hair and the details of his suit of darkness had come into full clarity, but his eyes remained red. “Stranded all alone, away from anyone who cares about you.”
“What about you?” Sora asked.
“I don’t care about you,” Vanitas scoffed.
“No, what about you? You’re here too.” Sora moved his hand along the surface, watching to see if Vanitas’ would follow. The muscles of his suit seemed to tense, but Vanitas’ arm made the same arcing movement as his expression fell into a frown.
Sora shifted onto his hands and his knees and Vanitas mirrored him, almost reluctantly. Experimentally, Sora lifted his hand from the surface, then brought it back down. Vanitas’ hand followed again, fingers straining to become a fist. Tied to Sora’s reflection, he didn’t seem to be able to move more than his head.
Sora had come here to make everyone happy, but he’d dragged someone else down with him anyway.
“I’m sorry,” Sora said, vision blurring.
“Tears won’t change anything.” Vanitas looked disgusted as a tear landed between them, rippling the surface, but as Sora’s eyes cleared he could see that Vanitas’ eyes had gone wet too. “They’re useless.”
“I’m sorry,” Sora said. “I’m so sorry.”
“Did you forget?” Vanitas spat. “No one’s around to hear you grovel.”
“You are,” Sora sniffed. “You are because I trapped you here.”
His eyes narrowed, but he didn’t deny it.
“But it’s not just that,” Sora said. “I’m sorry for being glad you’re here.”