kh2, gods, this became so emo
Sometimes it was the corners of Riku’s eyes that gave him away, because Riku’s eyes couldn’t lie, and if Sora and Kairi hadn’t known it before, they did now.
Sometimes it was a twitch of Sora’s fingers, that almost certainly meant he was reaching for the Keyblade. He’d been fighting for so long, not only as one but as two, that Kairi and Riku knew this twitch meant Sora had perceived a threat.
Sometimes it was when Kairi shifted her weight a certain way, holding her weight in what Sora and Riku knew as nervousness, preparing to jump, either out of the way, or for a devastating aerial combo that she’d become good at.
Whatever it was, whether it was in regards to each other or to a possible enemy, Sora, Kairi, and Riku knew the signs, knew each other in a way that transcended simple words.
So when the agile, powerful enemy–not a Heartless, not a Nobody, just an enemy–sprang at them, underestimating the Keyblade Masters before it, the three of the only needed to glance at each other, before their enemy was demolished in a matter of minutes.
Their victory brought no satisfaction; they’d done this before, a hundred times. Each of them longed to stop, longed for a sanctuary where they could lie down and not have to deal with lives and heroes and death and destruction. They wated to rest.
But if they admitted to this secret desire, even to themselves, the other two would surely know. And this desire was so strong that, once out in the open, the three of them might just stop, fuck all who needed them and their heroes and their Keys. But they were heroes, and heroes didn’t do that.
So they continued, lying to themselves, hoping every step of the way for salvation.
plotbunnies/quotes/etc | Jac the Tripper | 28 January 2008 |
