In The Doorway
a Rapunzel story by liahime
She was always waiting for him, the laughing knight with the noon in his smile.
Patience eternal, she sat in her self imposed tower, letting down ladders to him, throwing down the tower keys, all but flinging the doors open wide. He only needed to take the first step in.
He wasn't the most perceptive fish out there in the sea of the world. Nor was he the most handsome. Far from the best singer. Never romantic in any sense of the word. The princess went down her list of a perfect guy's attributes. Adoring, gentle, rich, he was not. The chances of being serenaded in early moonlight without the neighbors letting their dogs loose was close to zero. He didn't always notice the fact that she was a girl, for another point, for all the time they had known each other.
It wasn't that he was stupid, no. He was brilliantly sharp, on and off the soccer field. The knight at the foot of her tower was just so infuriatingly slow.
Yet she kept waiting.
She warded off princes clamoring for her hand, pushing them away so that there was a clear path towards the tower stairs ready for him, waiting for the beginning of a happily ever after.
But the idiot merely stood there, in that doorway, joking and talking and kicking soccer balls as merely a friend, a safe distance away from the climb.
All she really wanted was this knight, who made her smile. The guy who knew her as well as she knew him, who was the steadfast friend who wouldn't take another step forward. Time crawled past her. He remained in the doorway. Princes and courters drifted away as she looked only at what could be, if only he took that first cursed step.She waited, years passing, tears falling. Dateless proms, failed attempts, subtle hints gone ignored. Weary and tired of frustration, she waited impatiently, the tower growing smaller with each paced circle, patience growing thinner with the worn carpet floor. Dances went by. Happy princesses pranced past her lonely vigil, kings in tow. Patience, sighing frustration, the eternity of breath-holding suspense all grew old as she waited for the magical moment that would make it all worth it. She waited, steadfast, for him to realize what to do. It was for granted. Her for him, and he belonged to her. It was set in unbudging, stubborn stone, locked up by her own will.
But no princess,as blessed and serene as they are, can not endure a forever, uncomplaining. Open doors will eventually blow shut in the winds of age. Deaths come, hearts ache, eyes get tired of weeping and searching. Emptiness is hard to live with for an eternity. Time will wear away at the hardest stone until it becomes merely dust, blown away at the slightest breeze.
And so, Sora stepped down, past her knight, to take the hand of the blonde prince at the gate, riding off into a bittersweet ever after.
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a stupid oneshot by liahime, who was so tired and stuck on a fanfic chapter that she wrote this to get writers block out of her system. (and she was out of croissants to eat and complain with..)
So, shetried this first time shot at something newer in the Digimon category that wasn't a ryuki. Hopefully, it wasn't too bad? I wanted to try doing this kind of thing...
-liahime.