A/N: After lurking for years, I decided to finally write for this fandom as I finally gave in and bought the game and well…died by how overpoweringly amazing it is (and I had never imagined adoring Roxas so much…he sort of just surprised me)
Disclaimer: not mine.
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Years later, Sora dreams about the Other's life—black cloaks, green eyes, skyscrapers, tattoos, and the Other grinning at him with bitter triumph in his eyes; Maybenowyouwillknowwhatitfeelslike
In the mornings that follow, even as he forgets much of what he saw the night before, a reflection in the mirror is all it takes to remind him that something about all of this is soverywrong
Those are the days when even Riku fails to get through to him (Kairi had started failing quite some time ago), and when nothing can tame, not till he creates distance.
And those are the days he sits on his edge of the beach in silence, watching bonfires dance vividly against midnight sky, red and black and black and red. Sora stares until the flames burn themselves into his irises—finallyfinally, feeling the Other exhale—so that when he closes his eyes, the warmth remains.
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