Title: Syllabic Seranade
Word Count: ...? Estimated to be about 2600: 26 drabbles
Rating: T
Warnings: Language and probably mentions of sex, but nothing explicit
Author's Note: So...This was supposed to be a birthday present for J T Elroy, because he's awesome. And then...well, life happened, I guess. And now it's two weeks later and the thing isn't even done. I'm so sorry! Anyway. I'll probably be posting these three at a time, since my Muse is very unhappy and stingy right now. He doesn't like me having to work for a living, and not be available whenever the whim might strike. /sigh/ And that just about concludes my ramblings.
Artistic
Namine was artistic, but Kairi has never been particularly so. Sora wonders if that's usual--nobodies showing talents their others don't have. He wonders what Roxas was good at. Her seeming lack of talent doesn't stop her, though. When they're finally able to settle back down, make their lives their own again, she takes up sketching and painting. Donald, Goofy and Mickey are all gone, and now she can be found on the beach, sketching every one she can remember but will never see again. Sora nods appreciatively every time she brings him a new drawing, finding something to complement about it, however hard. Riku too, babies the girl, protecting her from a world he hopes she will never have to face again. They're all each other has, anymore.
Burn
There are lots of different kinds of burns, this much Sora has learned. There's there fire he's learned to cast, and the fire that anyone can innocently--or not-so-innocently--light. There's the burn in muscles pushed past their limits in a near-hopeless battle and the burn of lungs striving for air while running to save someone. There's the burn of anger in his heart, and a burning hate for evil, and the burn in his eyes as he holds back tears. But when he's snuggled comfortably back into his old life, there are two growingly familiar burns he has yet to learn the names of--a sweet aching burn in his chest and an acidic burn in the pit of his stomach.
Colors
Sora never had a chance to appreciate all the colors of Destiny Island before his adventures; now the vibrant hues are all he can see: a giant painter's pallette. He hadn't realized how rare all of the colors together were until after having travelled to other worlds and seeing the limited colors there. Sunset Town, for instance, only ever existed in oranges and reds and pinks. "Isn't it beautiful?" he asks one day when he and Riku and Kairi are lying lazily on the beach, soaking in the sun. "Yes, it is," Kairi answers dreamily, as if from a long distance. Riku grunts and turns over so that Sora can't see his face.
