AN: Ok, this one is based on Bonfire Night. For anyone who doesn't know, Bonfire Night is celebrated in England on 5th November. Its origins are medieval, when Guy Fawkes tried to blow up the Houses of Parliament in the Gunpowder Plot. Wikipedia will have more details. Prompt number 3 - "light". Sorry it's so short - I was lacking inspiration, but still wanted to post something.
The fire crackled, shooting orange sparks high into the dark night sky.
"Remember, remember, the fifth of November, gunpowder, treason and plot!" Sora's attempt at a creepy, evil voice wasn't remotely scart, and we all just laughed at him. Shrugging, he threw a handful of sticks onto the blazing fire.
Five nights ago, we terrorised the inhabitants of Twilight Town, but tonight, everyone's gathered around the bonfire. Well, everyone except Axel, who's busy setting up the fireworks. I wasn't convinced it was a good idea (I'm still not, as it happens), what with his pyromaniac tendencies, but he did volunteer to help, which is rare. He'd only find some way to sabotage it if he wasn't officially involved.
With a whoosh and a bang, the first firework shot up into the dark night sky, exploding in a shower of coloured sparks. We cheered, watching the rest of the display enthusiastically. At the end, Axel reappeared, looking incredibly pleased with himself. I couldn't help sniggering - he'd obviously got a little too close, as some of the spikes in his hair were singed.
"Think it's funny, do you, Roxas?"
I nodded, still laughing. He was trying so hard to look serious, and it just wasn't working.
Next thing I knew, I was being carried, unceremoniously, away from the warmth of the bonfire. It was surprisingly dark, even though it wasn't really that late in the evening. When Axel eventually put me down, I reached up to play with his hair, inspecting the burnt ends.
"You're supposed to be sympathetic, Rox. After all, it is a tragedy."
He knew only too well that I wasn't going to have any sympathy for him. Instead, I kissed him. We could do this, away from the lights, away from the crowd. Our friends and family knew about us, and were fine with it, but some of the town's older residents were openly disapproving. Though we didn't care about what they thought one way or the other, we were somewhat sick of trying to explain, or simply being glared at. This was just so much easier for us.
"Axel! Roxas!" Sora ran up to us, excited as always. "We've all been looking for you."
"Well, you found us." We hadn't been gone more than five minutes.
The food was being served - a Twilight Town tradition that involved everybody making something, bringing it along to the celebration, and then eating far too much. We followed Sora back to where the rest of the gang were waiting, arms around each other's waists. The look in Axel's eyes hinted at what was to come later, when we got home. As if I needed confirmation, he whispered in my ear.
"There's something I want, but it's not food, Roxy."
I know I was blushing, I always do when he makes comments like that. You'd think I'd be used to it by now.
AN: I'll Be Your Lie asked for a Thanksgiving one. I know the basic idea behind Thanksgiving, but it'd be really helpful if someone could give me some more details about what actually happens (and exactly when it is - I know it's November, sometime). I'm willing to have a go, though.
