aeroras: ([sora & riku] respecting; look up)
Sora is asleep on his bed, limbs outstretched and tangled in blankets and sheets. His mouth is slightly open and there might even be a bit of saliva hanging out of the corner.

The room is dark, save for a crack of light from beneath the doorway leading to the hall.

And next to him, on the floor -- since Sora insisted he get the bed (after all it was his room they were in) -- is Riku. They decided, for old time's sake, to have a sleepover of sorts. It's been years since he's seen his best friend for longer than a couple hours at a time.

Should have been fun, only...the younger of the two boys tuckered out early. It isn't his fault, but he's been feeling extra tired lately, what with all the otherworldy adventures he has on a daily basis.
aeroras: (always right except when i'm wrong)
Sora rushes into the bar in a direct path through the snow, not really looking to check whether Riku is following behind him or not (though he's sure he is), then up the staircase leading to his room. He would have stayed downstairs but the need to get out of his soaking wet coat and into something dry, as well as something warm (like his blanket), is a top priority.

He unlocks the door, flinging his soaking-wet mittens on the bed before peeling the wet coat off of him, making a sound of disgust.

At least his teeth have stopped chattering!
aeroras: (relaxed; content; crossing arms)
[Note: Follows this.]


Ah, Twilight Town.

He hasn't been here for what feels like ages. This entire thing feels so familiar--his being reunited with Donald and Goofy, being in a place he knows well enough in search of his closest friends. Now he's got an extra hand -- Roxas, of course -- and the thought reassures Sora, ridding him of any possible doubts. There's something strange about Roxas that Sora just can't place. True, they have a connection -- that much he knows for sure -- but there's something else. Something...familiar. Something...that makes him feel like he's himself again -- fully.

Whatever it is, Sora knows that the four of them, with their strength combined, can take on any Heartless or Nobody the Organization decides to throw at them.

Sora leads the group up along the familiar marketplace area, his arms crossed behind his head. He looks up at the buildings, at the setting sun that bathes everything in a warm orange light, and then from side to side. It's quiet here, he realizes, but he doesn't feel anything particularly ominous about this stillness.

He can hear the sounds of his companions' footsteps behind him and the distant chirping of birds from somewhere, but no one speaks yet. Perhaps it's time for Sora to break the silence.

"I wonder where Kairi might be," he muses aloud.
aeroras: (younger sora; amaze; stare)
Sora finds himself walking through the darkness. He raises his head up and around him to take in his surroundings, but it's difficult to make anything out in clear definition. He can feel the crevices and molds of walls on either side of him, which he touches with his hands, but his eyes cannot help him. The sounds of his feet echoing against the hard, flat paved ground reach his ears. They hum in his mind, making him more aware of just how...empty this place is.

He gets a chill that crawls up and down his spine. He doesn't like it here. It's nothing like he's ever dreamed before; this place is unrecognizable.

Step after step, Sora eventually finds himself reaching the end of the long black path; it opens into a wide space like a central square. The sky--dark and ominous, filled with cloud--blankets this environment, almost suffocating, with its looming buildings that fade into it, disappearing from his vision. Neon lights flash in pinks and greens, forming nonsensical words and shapes that Sora can't understand. And somehow its' light doesn't provide him with a sense of comfort. Instead, it is almost swallowed up by the darkness.

Around him, the air is still and filled with dark feelings: dread, anxiety, depression, gloom. If a nightmare could be described, lived in, this place--whatever it was--would capture it perfectly.

"Goofy?" he calls, hearing his voice reverberate against the buildings. "Donald?"

Kairi? ...Riku? he thinks.
aeroras: (relaxed; content; crossing arms)
[Context: After meeting Roxas in Milliways, Sora (still on his quest) accepts Roxas' help and the two of them go through Sora's door only to end up...]


When Sora passes through the door, he expects to find himself back in the realm of darkness, as he had been before he found the bar, and found Roxas.

But to his surprise, things are quite the opposite. It's bright. And there's the sound of a very familiar hum, like that of an engine. Slowly, his vision becomes clearer and the environment seems to come together in a mesh of colour and solid lines and shapes, as if being drawn by some greater force than him. Sora whirls around, partly expecting to find something ominous or malicious to shatter this peaceful entrance; part of him doesn't know whether to accept that this--everything--is real or fake.

All he sees of his surroundings are very particular things, telling him that this is, indeed, very real. He's in a place he hasn't seen for so long, now...It's the Gummi Ship. It's controls are left untouched, the screens are blank but active, and there is a very distant sound of muffled voices from somewhere beyond the cockpit.

"Whoa," is all that comes out of his mouth. He looks behind him, noticing a startled Roxas.

Grinning, Sora relaxes. "I guess it worked after all, huh?" he says cheerfully. "Welcome to the Gummi Ship."

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