Prompt #12: Insanity
Summary: Sora was his, his his his and no would take that boy away from him not ever.
Characters/Pairings: Roxas/Sora
Warning: Crazy Roxas, implied gore. Dark themes.
Oh what a pretty boy he was, all big blue eyes and sun kissed skin. He just wanted to drown that lovely angel face with blood and kisses until perfect pink lips were bruised to black and red.
His name was Sora and it was perfect for him because he was light and sunny and all blue. Sora meant sky so he suited his name so very, very well. Roxas had made an anagram of that name to create his own, you know, he needed a new name for his new victim because it just wouldn't do if he got caught when he was so close. Sora, sky, Sora...how Roxas wanted to taint that sky with fire and darkness, to watch as that lovely boy was transformed into a beautiful work of art that only he could see, that only he could create. He would take him away, far away to a world no one would ever search and they would be alone just them forever and ever and ever—
Sora wouldn't know what hit him.
Knives as sharp as his words cut into lovely tan skin—it's pale now from being locked up for so long, so pale that the scars don't show anymore—and the blood is a classic contrast to the ivory sheets. The screams have long since dulled to sweet whimpers, pleading and begging to be let go but Roxas won't set him free, he's a little caged bird now and he will sing only for him.
Sora wonders why this happened to him and asks why why why but Roxas just laughs and tells him he's beautiful. Tears are pretty too, like liquefied gems that shatter into salty glass shards. Time doesn't mean a thing to him, all that matters is the screaming and whimpering and beautiful bloody fingers gripping him tightly.
Sora's pretty blue eyes are faded now—so dark and lost that they can't be blue anymore, no no they're black—and Roxas isn't happy. He wants to make his pretty little bird immortal. His red blood is like paint and the brushes smear it so smoothly.
The blood faded to rusty brown on the canvas. He names it 'Freedom'.