@zephyrr   /   prompt. “   you   don’t   know   what   it’s   like   to   feel   like   nothing   at   all  .   ”

❛   ...   ❜          how   one   statement   alone   could   surge   every   hardship   in   his   life   to   the   forefront   was   kind   of   astounding ;     the   loss   of   his   world   and   how   being   catapulted   out   into   the   lanes   between   left   him   to   be   eaten   away   from   the   inside   out   by   his   own   festering   darkness ,   how   it’d   manifested   and   grown   so   strong   due   to   the   prolonged   exposure   that   it   formed   an   entirely   new   being   bent   on   dragging   him   down   with   it ,   the   loss   of   a   friend   and   with   it   what   remained   of   his   own   lingering   light ...

all   of   it ,   every   single   moment   flashed   behind   his   eyes   like   a   screen   on   fast   forward   ───   cloud   felt ...     a   little   sick .

but   this   boy   was   hurting   just   as   much   as   he   was   ───   he   could   see   it   in   his   eyes ,   hear   it   in   his   contempt ,   was   it   really   cloud’s   place   to   insist   on   his   own   anguish ?          arguing   over   who   hurt   the   most   wouldn’t   get   them   anywhere ,   nor   did   it   sound   like   a   conversation   cloud   was   willing   to   ignite .

instead ,   he   simply   looked   away .

@zephyrr: “let me take care of you, for once.”

❛   but   ───    ❜          a   new   record ,   perhaps ,   for   how   quickly   sora   begun   his   complaining   ───   a   pout   settling   in   as   ventus   doesn’t   even   listen   and   gets   on   his   way   to   caring   for   the   injury   he   sustained   in   their   last   big   battle .          ❛   ven ,   you   really   don’t   have   to .   ❜

             Naminé shakes her head softly. It’s nothing he needs to apologize for, he’s been asleep while this all happened, if there’s someone who’s not to blame for this it’s him.

             And it’s weird to be awoken, it’s weird to feel like a different person, this body feels different, but maybe it’s just that she’s no longer used to having one, she could still do so much as a will inside Kairi’s heart, move so freely, it’s weird to come back to this. Although she wouldn’t have it any other way.

those   words   held   compassion   and   that   tone   housed   worry ,   a   message   sora   knew   was   meant   entirely   as   a   form   of   comfort ,   of   friendship   ───    all   he   felt   was   a   rush   of   anxiety ,   a   strange   and   unwelcome   fear   that   he’d   been   found   out ;     secret   tarnished .

no ,   the   sky   was   not   always   blue .

no ,   you   weren’t   allowed   to   know   that .

it   was   silly ,   he   knew ,   but   it   was   there   and   sora   couldn’t   shake   it ;     instead ,   he   smiled ,   wide   and   seamless   like   wallpaper   hiding   an   ugly   paint   job   abandoned   underneath   for   something   easier ,   something   prettier .

❛   uh ,   thanks   for   the   offer ,   ven ,   but ...     i’m   good !          really   ───   it’s   no   burden !   ❜          an   eager   grasp   of   his   fist   as   if   his   words   weren’t   enough .          could   he   hide   really ?          from   someone   like   ventus ,   someone   who’d   seen   his   heart ,   his   rises   and   his   falls ,   for   almost   the   entire   expanse   of   his   lifetime ?

god ,   he   hoped   so ,   because   this   wasn’t   a   facade   he   was   ready   to   break   just   yet .

things that you want to hear. | Accepting

And just like that, his crown didn’t feel as heavy. 

Not realizing tears had already started to sting the corner of his eyes, he looks up at Ventus with a bewildered expression. It was as if the older read his mind, seeing  him stare off into space in uncertainty after all his ministers had left his side. 

For a boy king was just a boy. Not even 15 years old yet and he already had so much to do, so much to learn, so much to care for. It wasn’t even that he was worried about himself, or how he could handle it. No, he was worried about his people. Their needs, their wants, their judgement. The latter is where he felt like he was faltering - until Ventus spoke up.

“Ven-” His voice almost cracks, almost. He sniffs, pushing the tears out of his eyes with his sleeve before nodding. “Right….Right!”

  “Uh...mister? What are you staring at?” 

  Part of the child should run off back to the Traverse Town hotel and lock the door or run off to Mr. Geppetto’s home to hide. After all, he shouldn’t be talking to strangers. Yet, the child hadn’t budged as he stared back at the blond haired young man. There was...There was something familiar about him, but the child couldn’t put his finger on what exactly. 

  He huffed and then put his hands on his hips as gold eyes sparkled as he scolded at blond. “Don’t you know it’s not nice to just stare at people? Mr. Geppetto says it’s not nice to do that!”