Prompt #71: Obsession
Title: Sick
Pairings: One-sided Roxas/Sora
Summary: Roxas struggles with the fact that he is in love with his twin brother, Sora.
Roxas ran his fingers along the windowpane, tracing chilled lines of rain that trickled down the other side of the glass. It had been raining nonstop for nearly three days. The Destiny Islands rarely had such an early monsoon season, but it wasn't unexpected. A drought had unexpectedly dried the season early the year before. Roxas was grateful for the rain. Sora's flowers were beginning to die without it.
His heart clenched painfully, perfectly in tune with the growling thunder that rolled behind the pounding of the rain. Aside from the storm outside, the house was quiet. Sora was sleeping on Roxas's bed, sighing contentedly every once in a while as he shifted. Their parents had gone over the next town to help some friends who were flooded, and they couldn't get home because of the storm. The boys were alone for the night.
Typically, Roxas and Sora would stay up all night playing board games or watching movies. But the power had gone out a while ago, and the only light available came from the multitude of candles stored for this kind of situation, as well as the occasional streak of lightening. A particularly loud crash of thunder caused Sora to whimper in his sleep, and Roxas turned away from the window to stroke his brother's hair in a soothing manner.
Sora calmed beneath his brother's touch, and a light smile played on his lips as he unconsciously nuzzled into Roxas's palm. Roxas trailed his hand down the side of Sora's face, across his cheek and nose, towards his chin. His fingers hesitated at the brunet's lips before he jerkily pulled himself away. No, he couldn't think that way. It was terrible, horrible, wrong, disgusting, sick. He wouldn't think of his brother—his twin brother—in such a way.
But as he took in the details of Sora's face, so much like his own but more innocent, with a softer look that Roxas knew he himself had never had. When Sora's eyes were open, they were such a brilliant shade of blue that even the sky paled in comparison. There was light, pure sunshine, in those cerulean eyes. When awake, Sora was utterly beautiful. As he slept he was angelic, a quiet mask that hid his mischievous waking nature.
Roxas winced as he realized that he had suddenly started waxing poetic (about his twin brother no less but that wasn't important nonono because he didn't think of Sora like that of course not). Reluctantly, the blond left the bedside and returned to his lonely post by the window. He ignored the sounds Sora made as he slept, forcing himself to listen to the storm and think of nothing but the cleansing, forgiving rain.
He loved Sora, his soulmate, his twin. And he hated himself for it.