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[February 24] [Kingdom Hearts] I Am Heaven Sent
Title: I Am Heaven Sent
Day/Theme: February 24 / the clever son
Series: Kingdom Hearts
Character/Pairing: Sora’s (unnamed and unseen) mother
Rating: PG
She loved him the moment she first saw him, with brown hair matted and slicked with birth. Already he meant the world to her; already he was her universe, her sun and her sky.
She cared for him like any good parent should, cooked his meals and kissed him goodnight and encouraged him with a smile. She was always there; she saw him crawl on the beach and get sand between his fingers, and then run on the beach and get sand between his toes. She heard his first word (“mother,” of course), witnessed his first smile, and watched him whenever he was within distance to be watched.
She feared for him when he befriended an older boy, with pale hair that formed a halo around his head. He was dangerous; he had dreams, even at so young an age, that couldn’t be real, and ideas that challenged everything she’d taught her son. She’d tried to make him stay away from that boy, but everyday he would run off to somewhere she couldn’t follow him to, and when he’d come back, he’d return with a smile and dirt on his face and she’d know who he’d been with.
Her son was growing up and away from her. He was being pulled into the whirlpool that was age, and no hand she could extend toward him could save him from its icy waters.
But she did her best. She warned him everyday that high tide would come in early, or that dinner would get cold if he didn’t stop his play to come to her. She tried to keep him near, but even her eyes could not deny the boats steadily rising piece by piece on the beach.
One night there was a storm and, worried, she called her child in for dinner early. She tucked him in and kissed him on the head and ignored his fidgets and joking objections. She smiled at him and told him she loved him and begged him not to go away. He told her he loved her too and that, no mom, I won’t go, but if I do I’ll come back, I promise.
She’d dressed herself for bed and closed the curtains in her room, and she swore she saw as she looked out the window a little pinhole of light being sucked into a void.
If she’d thought the world was ending, it didn’t bother her, for her son was her world and her sky and her Sora and he’d promised her he’d stay.
(And in a lot of ways it was the end of the world. But some people won’t acknowledge a new beginning, a destiny that can only be held back for so long.)
Day/Theme: February 24 / the clever son
Series: Kingdom Hearts
Character/Pairing: Sora’s (unnamed and unseen) mother
Rating: PG
She loved him the moment she first saw him, with brown hair matted and slicked with birth. Already he meant the world to her; already he was her universe, her sun and her sky.
She cared for him like any good parent should, cooked his meals and kissed him goodnight and encouraged him with a smile. She was always there; she saw him crawl on the beach and get sand between his fingers, and then run on the beach and get sand between his toes. She heard his first word (“mother,” of course), witnessed his first smile, and watched him whenever he was within distance to be watched.
She feared for him when he befriended an older boy, with pale hair that formed a halo around his head. He was dangerous; he had dreams, even at so young an age, that couldn’t be real, and ideas that challenged everything she’d taught her son. She’d tried to make him stay away from that boy, but everyday he would run off to somewhere she couldn’t follow him to, and when he’d come back, he’d return with a smile and dirt on his face and she’d know who he’d been with.
Her son was growing up and away from her. He was being pulled into the whirlpool that was age, and no hand she could extend toward him could save him from its icy waters.
But she did her best. She warned him everyday that high tide would come in early, or that dinner would get cold if he didn’t stop his play to come to her. She tried to keep him near, but even her eyes could not deny the boats steadily rising piece by piece on the beach.
One night there was a storm and, worried, she called her child in for dinner early. She tucked him in and kissed him on the head and ignored his fidgets and joking objections. She smiled at him and told him she loved him and begged him not to go away. He told her he loved her too and that, no mom, I won’t go, but if I do I’ll come back, I promise.
She’d dressed herself for bed and closed the curtains in her room, and she swore she saw as she looked out the window a little pinhole of light being sucked into a void.
If she’d thought the world was ending, it didn’t bother her, for her son was her world and her sky and her Sora and he’d promised her he’d stay.
(And in a lot of ways it was the end of the world. But some people won’t acknowledge a new beginning, a destiny that can only be held back for so long.)