a/n: For Static Lull & .ohmyglitterandgarters. Enjoy! Lyrical credit to The Venetia Fair.
cross-stitch
oh, she's gifted. she sucked the marrow from my bones.
That boy, oh, that precious boy. That lovely boy who saved my world and everyone else's, who cut down the monsters made from night and evil, who fought tooth and nail with every last one of those beasts cloaked in human skin. He cut them down and said no prayers, opening up world after world to save the gibbering masses.
In the middle of town, there is a statue of him. The girls whisper his name behind their hands when he passes, the boys snub him…and then come calling with snatches of spare paper in their sweaty hands for him to sign.
Sora, baby, you're a hero. Your strong hands that squeezed out breath and life, your steadfast smile. Your smile—baby, you've got such a great smile. Even when you defeated the Organization, even when you saw the first traces of fear and defeat in their eyes when they faced you. Just smiling, smiling, smiling.
Remember that boy you told me about? That pretty little boy that you thought might be a decoy? He screamed when you sliced open his heart, didn't he? Screamed like the day when he was first brought into this world. Screamed and cried and his hands twitched like he was trying to fold himself back together. But he couldn't do it, could he—he fell apart on the dirty ground, eyes staring blankly at the sky. Poor thing.
Sora, are you--? Oh. Oh. Oh dear. Crying, at your age? Don't be a baby. You've seen more bloodshed than the men who march off to war. Dry those eyes, now. Who cares if you stuffed his body behind the bushes to decay? Who cares if no one told his mother? Get over it. It's done with. No use crying over spilled milk.
Let's see a smile, okay? Smile for me. Just like you did when you slaughter the Heartless, when you saved all those pretty worlds, when you lied and told Naminé that she mattered. Like when we found Riku in his room with his face all bloated and blue and his eyes bulging, just like a—
What'd you say? Don't you tell me to shut up. And don't you dare walk towards me with your eyes all narrowed like that. You better stop right now, boy; you put your hands on me and you'll regret it. What's that? You're gonna kill me? Kill me like how you killed Demyx, like the boy in Traverse Town, like Axel?
Gonna corner me and kill me like that man that I loved? We were gonna get married, Sora, gonna have a big white wedding. You would've been his best man, and you struck him down. Riku loved you, you know? He loved you, and he loved you, and he kept on loving you until you killed him and came to tell me. 'I just found him like that'. Bull. Shit.
And now it's just you and me. You can't call the keyblades anymore, can you? Can't find the light. Can't cut me down if you haven't got a weapon. Pity, pity, pity.
Oh, baby, don't cry. I've been practicing my sewing—even if I don't get to wear my wedding dress, I might as well finish it. Come on over here, sweetheart, I'll stitch you up a smile.