Sooo...noticed I never got any reviews on my other KH oneshot, Vaporous. Not gonna complain at all about it, it was pretty much a mind screw even to me after I finished with it.
But that's beside the point, and I'm trying again, this time with a vignette of my favorite girl, probably my favorite character in all really, Xion. Although there are really too many water motifs in my KH oneshots anyway, and I should probably cut back a little, I finished this one and am flinging up here.
I don't claim to own Xion, or the beginning of the song from Riverdance, which I found a little too fitting for the secret ending of BBS, which I know about solely to TV Tropes and near-constant browsing of the KH pages, and I'm getting beside the point again.
On to the story!
Hear my cry in my hungering search for you
Taste my breath on the wind.
Fluid.
That's what Xion felt when she shut her eyes, let the waters of the ocean wash over her feet, calling her back in. Fluid.
Maybe the feeling of the tendrils of the tide was only a memory, and one that hadn't been so wonderful the first time she'd met the sea on the island of her parent's birth. But now she returned here often to the waters in the twilight right after the sun had sunk away, where the deepening sky melded into the waterline and vanished within infinity.
Like her.
Stepping into the tepid ocean and letting the memories of her coat fade back away, so that she wouldn't be tainted by the Organization leaking into her sanctuary, Xion let the water rush up her legs, back away, return to her. Eternity wasn't so lonely when she had the tide.
Roxas.
She could feel his sorrow on the other ends of the waters. Three separate beings inside Sora, and so far away from each other that soothing sorrows and finding them together was impossible in the vastness of Sora's heart.
Xion ached to return to Roxas, who always had a smile for her, who gave her seashells when she collapsed, protected her from everything and everyone who wanted to use her, and ended her existence when she couldn't end it herself.
The sky in her mind sat on an endless dusk, never a sunrise, never a sunset. The sunrise remained for the first day she was free, and Riku was her friend, her guide on the path to both become her own person and reawaken Sora. The sunset belonged to Axel and Roxas and her on the clock tower, sharing ice cream and complaints of the day and companionship warmer than the reds across the sky.
Cool water touched her fallen hands, like silk or their coats, but more forgiving then fabric ever was. Letting the memories of her last days alive go back into the corners of her mind to wait for her to call them away hurt, but so did visiting them. The ocean tumbled like the river of Mnemosyne, or Lethe, leaching the memories away.
Sometimes, what she felt and what she remembered were too much. Xion walked further into the water on slippery sand, searching for an end to the endless ocean. Loneliness, sorrow, anger. All boiled under her skin like Axel's fire, never meant to hurt her because he had promised both of them that he wouldn't hurt either of them.
A Replica isn't meant to have a happy ending.
She knew that no happy ending was meant for her, but couldn't she still wish?
And her soft call, while nearly submerged under the waves and swallowed by the tide carried up to the sky, like the others calling across the chains of existence to the one person who matched up in all their memories, to the one offering a brief, tantalizing glimpse of another chance.
Sora...
See the sky as it mirrors your colors
Hints and whispers begin.
Would you let me know if this was at least understandible, please?