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D&D actually stands for Dykes & Dogs

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Volcanic desert under a starlit sky.
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When the Stars Start Writing Back Kingdom Hearts Fanfic by MythboundCal
The bottle arrives at twilight.
Washed ashore like a forgotten promise. Smooth glass, still sealed, still brave.
Sora almost doesnβt pick it up. Almost lets the tide reclaim it.
But something in himβsomeoneβknows.
He holds it in both hands.
The ribbon is faded red. The scroll inside is yellowed at the edges but dry. It smells like salt and sunlight and something he canβt name. Like paopu blossoms. Like yesterday.
His name is written on the outside. Kairiβs handwriting. Exactly as he remembers it. Exactly as he doesnβt.
He doesnβt open it right away.
Instead, he sits. Cross-legged in the sand. The sky above him darkens, starlight flickering on like theyβre waiting for his permission.
There were letters he never answered. Letters he never got.
Time in the Realm of Sleep didnβt move right. Neither did his heart, sometimes.
But this one?
This one feels like it slipped through a crack in the sky just to find him.
He unrolls it carefully.
βI know you canβt answer me yet. But Iβll wait anyway. Iβll keep writing until the stars start writing back.β
Thereβs more. Little drawings. Memories. Hopes written sideways in the margins. A poem about the ocean, probably meant to be silly, but it makes his throat close up.
Because her handwriting hasnβt changed.
But he has.
He closes his eyes, and Roxas stirs somewhere in the quiet places inside him. Not words. Just a hum. A breath. A shared ache.
He places the letter back in the bottle, reseals it, and gently tosses it out again.
Maybe not a reply.
But a promise.
[ X ] π

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