Sora had seen a lot of beautiful places, been to a lot of breathtaking locations, but he had never seen anything like the coliseum. It was small, yet so majestically…he couldn't even think of a good adjective, just furthering his wonder. This place, the one that he always seemed to arrive back to, could only fascinate him more the more time he spent in its arenas. He couldn't get enough of the taste of heroics, the trophies, the winning, and the nostalgia.
He liked the way everything was covered in sand, it reminded him of his own home. You might think that he could just go to Agrabah for sand, but Agrabah was so big and sprawling, and Destiny Islands was the opposite of that—just like the coliseum. It was this place—this place that held such a towering status for those that spent their time there, and even though it was minuscule compared to other sprawling empires, it was of utmost importance. It was this place that made his sighs wistful and his mind soar every time that he closed his eyes.
Right now he sat there, under the bright sun, another bit of familiar nature, staring off into the distance. Or, at least, that's what Donald and Goofy thought him to be doing. In all reality, he was staring at…a one-winged angel.
Lets get this straight. Sora didn't claim to be a gay boy who lusted after older men. No, his infatuation with the man named Sephiroth was for a completely different reason. He was dangerous. He was unexpected, unknown, uncontrolled, unruly, unadvised, unaffected, unassailable, unattached, unafraid, unashamed, unattainable, unbecoming, uncivilized, unconcerned—and a million of those other 'un' words that proved to be such good adjectives for describing Sora's coveted one.
Sora had always been considered a bit of a wimp, he had always had these fears inside, fears of not understanding, being in a large place. Fear of the unknown, if you will. The deadly skill with which Sephiroth moved, the way with which he held himself—he was gorgeous.
He was strikingly beautiful, with that wing, and the cold stare that captured malevolence. It made Sora wish to run over to him, to be with him. He wanted to flirt with danger, he wanted to break the rules, he wanted to stand there and scream because he couldn't handle the mundane anymore because it was suffocating him and at the same time held everything he was ever scared of.
But Sora's glance wasn't gone unnoticed. The object of his affection watched icily from the other side of the arena. He couldn't fathom why the boy was looking at him so. A couple blinks and a shake of the head was enough to get the image that he saw when staring back to fade though.
That face, those eyes…he didn't want the memories, memories of a time before he sold himself to the darkness. That face reminded him of all that had been good in his life, all that he had loved. He shunned the thoughts—they could only bother him, try to upturn light in his heart, a place where light could be found not.
In one second eyes locked. Sora's hopeful gaze with Sephiroth's cold one. It didn't matter to Sora that they never spoke a single word to one another. It was all in that one look, all of the things that neither could ever say. It was infatuation, craving, inscrutability, trepidation, valor, hope, anger, sorrow, and beauty. It was love, cheap and fake, but still love.
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For Sofricus Aurora Zakuro because the prize of my contest was to prompt me anything, and SoraSephiroth was the chosen subject.
I hope that this didn't suck…I apologize for the length; I just wasn't sure what to do. If you have anything else more specific you'd rather have then let me know. I feel as if you wrote a long story for me, but I cheated you out of yours…
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