sora
A boy lay motionless in the shade of a palm tree, limbs flung out and hands cushioned under his head. A bright sun glimmered from above, heat shimmering off the sands, but the wide palm fronds shielded most of the glare. His chocolate hair drooped into his eyes, brushing over half-closed eyelids and flickering lashes.
With a slow, langourous stretch and yawn, he finally looked up, blue irises visible to the world. A smile curled around the boy's lips, sleepy and gentle.
warm summer days, everything still and quiet :: peaceful rest
ansem
Even the king of kings needed time to himself. These days were the best, when the day was warm and sunny, but clouds were hanging low over the horizon. The whole castle lay silent then, its inhabitants fled outside to enjoy the last scraps of sunlight. Once he had hidden himself away somewhere in the castle, no one bothered to track him down. Not on these days. And despite the heat, a pleasant breeze gusted around the highest towers, rippling in through the windows. It was perfect.
One thin finger balanced on the spine of the book, he glanced out over the gardens as laughter and shouts carried up to him with the breeze. He smiled at the sight of the girl's mop of red hair, so far below. Sometimes, he wished he could tear himself away from his reading, and her from her games. Sometimes. Family needed time together, after all.
last days of light :: solitude and emptiness
kairi
As long as she could remember, the girl had loved stormy weather. Her friends would run home the first chance they had, squealing and jumping at every peal of thunder. But she had always loved the promise of storms, the smell of rain and the majesty of thunder. Despite the danger, she would always find herself outside, roaming the sands as the tides crashed in, the distant booming wracking the sky.
The memory had faded with the years, but once upon a time, thunderstorms kept her father away from his work. He would take his daughter and pull her into his arms, and whisper that everything would be okay. She was never afraid, but he always thought she was. But as long as it kept them together, pretending was okay.
nature's grandeur, power and beauty and fear :: treasured memories
riku
With a rustle of leaves, the youth settled himself at the peak of the paopu tree. Unruly silver hair fell into his eyes, and he impatiently pushed it away, black leather gloves brushing against his forehead. The morning was chilly, the sun not yet risen, but he had come just in time. Dawn was just breaking over the horizon, light spilling over the ocean and colouring it thousands over thousands of shades of wonder.
A grin came unbidden to his lips as he looked out across the distance. The sky was entirely without clouds, beautifully clear and gradually brightening. If he spared a glance below, he would see the island unfolded beneath him, everything visible -- the golden sands, the sleeping houses, the little waterfall. Up here, he was alone, and he was king of the world.
bright dawns, beautiful dusks, and dizzying heights :: alone in oblivion
reflecting the sky.