♔ day 27 ♔

[binarysky]

That curse the other day, with people's heads getting cut off and then just walking around like nothing happened—is that what happens here when people are destroyed? I didn't think anything was supposed to be left behind, but everything was left behind.

I don't think it's bad, but it's strange...I don't know.

[sigh]

Hey, Hanna, I found a store with a lot of ice cream flavors. I bet there's one you haven't had yet.

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][ all I waited for was a chance to make you understand

[faroffdream.livejournal.com]

"No, no you're not!" Sora is all too quick to insist and agree all at once, but the shaking of his head and the mildly vague waving of his arms may be somewhat confusing in the context of that adamant reply. He almost seems to be making up for what he doesn't have words for, and he seems this way because for the most part it's accurate. Or accurate enough. In the pit of his stomach there is something uncomfortable and unmoving, a stone that he didn't know was there but it would seem has been all this time. Oh he has ideas, on why the dreams and why in Roxas' head awake or asleep, but those ideas all hinge on the matter of being his Nobody, something Sora has been trying, however erroneously, to shift into different territory. Truth be known though, it's possible no gesture nor words can do the trick here and though he doesn't get to that conclusion right away, it would be hard to miss after another moment or so.

"I believe you," he says and he lowers his voice to something less childishly insistent, more resolute and clear because this he has no qualms about. The truth is the truth is the truth and sometimes things are just that simple, for which Sora is increasingly grateful. "I just..." and he trails off, teeth biting tongue as he runs circles in his head, trying to pinpoint something to say that isn't so completely wrong. And it's not that Sora has a lot of options, but how is it that all of the options manage to not sound right? There has to be at least one right thing to say...right? It's what Sora has believed all this time, at least, the only thing that's kept him saying things at all here and there, sure that if he kept trying he would run across said Right Thing. To have that eventuality swept out from beneath him makes things feel far more precarious but he is fortunate, mostly, to not be slung with that fractured thinking, which for Sora simply amounts to a general notion of unease.

"But I don't know what to tell you," he admits at last, and because this is a plainer truth too, he tries to hold eye contact as if to bolster the unveiled nature of his reply, which though a response is nothing so clear as an answer.

][ all I waited for was a chance to make you understand

[binarysky.livejournal.com]

It isn't enough. That's all Roxas can think, and at first he doesn't know why he thinks it. But it's true; he hadn't realized he needed someone to validate those crazy visions, to let him know they're real and not some delusion, but now that someone has...it isn't enough, if Sora can't tell him more.

"Fine," he says, tenser now, the words coming out short and sharp. "If you won't tell me anything...fine."

Should he really have expected more? This is the same guy who's been messing with him and lying to him since he arrived in the City. Maybe they have some kind of connection, but he shouldn't expect to get the truth out of someone like that anyway.

Turning around swiftly, he stalks away from Sora. "Then I'm leaving." He'll get his answers somewhere else.