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[jul. 24][Kingdom Hearts] Lean Winter
Title: Lean Winter
Theme/Day: July 24: How does it feel when you're inside me?
Series: Kingdom Hearts(/SURPRISE. :D)
Character: Sora
Rating: G
Summary: What comes of trying a different skin: Sora isn't used to thinking of the darkness as comforting, but it's the word that comes to mind when he's here.
Sora's been to all sorts of places, and as necessity dictates, he's also been different things. But he doesn't quite know what to make of this world, or this form (just how is he supposed to hold the Keyblade now?).
He especially doesn't know what to make of being trapped underground in the middle of a snowstorm, huddling amongst at least a hundred other trembling bodies for warmth.
The winter makes something in Sora shut down, pulling him relentlessly towards sleep. He can't help but feel that he should put up more of a fight against the encroaching drowsiness (humans don't hibernate, he tells himself, but then again, he's hardly human at the moment), but he's too lethargic to resist.
Besides, it creeps up on him like a favorite blanket-- worn, warm, familiar-- so it isn't really in his heart to reject it, anyway.
Sora isn't used to thinking of the darkness as comforting, but it's the word that comes to mind when he's here, surrounded by the warmth of furry, jostling flanks and twitching noses. If Sora cants his ears up, he can hear snatches of Dandelion keeping some of the more restless leverets entertained with a story. Bigwig and his friend, that lady rabbit whose name he can't remember how to pronounce, are talking in low voices by the warren entrance.
He thinks he hears them mention his name once, but he's too drowsy to care.
There's a shift in the press of bodies against him, and suddenly the Chief is there, fur unruffled even after squirming past so many others. Sora's drowsiness rolls off him like waves on a shore, and he half-staggers to his feet. He remembers what they spoke about last, after all.
The Chief motions him to stay still, already shaking his head. "There hasn't been any news of your friends, or at least not in our warren," he says softly, "There won't be a chance to search for them until the storm passes." He pauses.
"If they're wise, they will stay low. They have nothing to fear from elil, as long as they find a burrow to hide themselves in-- even hombil know better than to wander in weather like this."
There must be something in Sora's face that betrays his worry, because the Chief shakes his head. "Have patience, Sora-roo," he says, with a small flick of the whiskers that Sora instinctively reads as a smile.
Hazel's eyes, however, are distant.
"The storm will end soon."
Probably not half as serious as it sounds. Bonus question: how many people who actually watched/read this as children were traumatized? :0
Theme/Day: July 24: How does it feel when you're inside me?
Series: Kingdom Hearts(/SURPRISE. :D)
Character: Sora
Rating: G
Summary: What comes of trying a different skin: Sora isn't used to thinking of the darkness as comforting, but it's the word that comes to mind when he's here.
Sora's been to all sorts of places, and as necessity dictates, he's also been different things. But he doesn't quite know what to make of this world, or this form (just how is he supposed to hold the Keyblade now?).
He especially doesn't know what to make of being trapped underground in the middle of a snowstorm, huddling amongst at least a hundred other trembling bodies for warmth.
The winter makes something in Sora shut down, pulling him relentlessly towards sleep. He can't help but feel that he should put up more of a fight against the encroaching drowsiness (humans don't hibernate, he tells himself, but then again, he's hardly human at the moment), but he's too lethargic to resist.
Besides, it creeps up on him like a favorite blanket-- worn, warm, familiar-- so it isn't really in his heart to reject it, anyway.
Sora isn't used to thinking of the darkness as comforting, but it's the word that comes to mind when he's here, surrounded by the warmth of furry, jostling flanks and twitching noses. If Sora cants his ears up, he can hear snatches of Dandelion keeping some of the more restless leverets entertained with a story. Bigwig and his friend, that lady rabbit whose name he can't remember how to pronounce, are talking in low voices by the warren entrance.
He thinks he hears them mention his name once, but he's too drowsy to care.
There's a shift in the press of bodies against him, and suddenly the Chief is there, fur unruffled even after squirming past so many others. Sora's drowsiness rolls off him like waves on a shore, and he half-staggers to his feet. He remembers what they spoke about last, after all.
The Chief motions him to stay still, already shaking his head. "There hasn't been any news of your friends, or at least not in our warren," he says softly, "There won't be a chance to search for them until the storm passes." He pauses.
"If they're wise, they will stay low. They have nothing to fear from elil, as long as they find a burrow to hide themselves in-- even hombil know better than to wander in weather like this."
There must be something in Sora's face that betrays his worry, because the Chief shakes his head. "Have patience, Sora-roo," he says, with a small flick of the whiskers that Sora instinctively reads as a smile.
Hazel's eyes, however, are distant.
"The storm will end soon."
Probably not half as serious as it sounds. Bonus question: how many people who actually watched/read this as children were traumatized? :0