On today's prompts, we are spending time with our unofficial twins!
They looked so much alike that they could be mistaken for twins. They had, in fact, been mistaken as such a lot, to the point they didn't even correct people anymore. They didn't mind, they really got along, and they were part of a big family anyway. A family that couldn't even tell them apart sometimes, their new favourite game.
And yet, despite their similar faces and voices, they couldn't be any more different. One was old, very old, much older than he looked. He was the old man of the family, the grandfather, with memories of war he would rather forget, with much more knowledge than anyone could guess, remembering the worlds when they were one, knowing History that happened way before anything in the History books.
The other was merely a baby. One of the newborns of the family, he had his second birthday not too long ago. Almost all his life had been under a controlling person, doing things he didn't really want to do, fighting for a cause he didn't quite understand. But even in these dark times, being told he wasn't supposed to feel anything, he learnt friendship and love, he learnt how to care, how to stand for what mattered, how to leave when it became too much. It was a hard time for him learning to trust people again, but he was working on it.
They could both have lived their whole life without ever knowing the existence of the other. They lived on different worlds, knew different people, nothing in common that would make them meet one day. Nothing, but one boy.
Sora.
The connection.
Sora, who brought Ventus back to life. Sora, who brought Roxas to this world.
The bridge between them.
Ventus had forged his bond with Sora on the day the boy was born. The dawn of his life. Ventus had endured so much pain, and lost so much, that he had been about to simply give up on everything. But a newborn heart found him, offered some help that Ventus couldn't just refuse. Sora had made him strong again. And once again, when Ventus's heart was shattered into pieces, when he had to destroy himself to protect the worlds, Sora had welcomed him with a smile. He had let him stay for years, warm, safe, away from Xehanort and his evil plans, and he never asked for anything in return. And he saved Ven a third time, returning him to his body, allowing him to wake up and to go back to his family. Sora had done everything for him, only because it felt natural to him.
Roxas's existence was his bond with Sora. Born from the boy's sacrifice to save Kairi, Roxas had spent most of his life not quite even hearing about Sora. Sora was the boy he sometimes saw in dreams, an imaginary friend who would do anything for his friend, a role model he wasn't sure he had made up or not. Sora was the exact reason Roxas was alive. He slept for a whole year, allowing Roxas to live that time on his own. Without Sora, Xion probably wouldn't exist either. Roxas owed him his life, and his best friend's. And for Sora, they all had been ready to sacrifice themselves, to repay their debt. Xion, first, understood how important it was that she returned to him, that Xemnas couldn't use them. Roxas decided it was about time to wake him up. And even Axel died protecting the boy. Roxas and Xion were saved by Sora, his heart bringing them back. And they had been by his side until the very end, until he decided he would sacrifice his life once again to save Kairi, and to save them all. Roxas had felt their connection fade away the second Sora disappeared. He had stayed by his side until the dusk of his life.
The two identical boys exchanged a comprehensive look. Sora was the reason they were here today. They had seen the sun rise and set on his life. But if there was a thing they knew more than anyone else, it was that daybreak would always return after dusk.
Fourteenth theme (2 weeks already?) will be The light behind your eyes!