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onepassingnight2011-12-12 03:07 am
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All I want for Christmas is...
[Christmas isn't always a fairytale. It's not always about Santa, or getting presents. Not always about families, not always about togetherness.]
[Sometimes, Christmas equates to isolation. It's something Roxas has gotten used to.]
[Here in the orphanage, plenty of kids are getting excited over the season. It's the season to be jolly-- and the season for couples to feel that little pang of longing, to have a young one of their own bouncing into their room, ripping the colorful paper off presents and beaming up at the camera that will capture them for ages to come.]
[So the orphanage opens it's doors, lets more people in than usual and gives the children a chance to be at their best- playing, fighting, crying; laughing, in front of the many potential mothers and fathers that look their way. Roxas just doesn't understand it.]
[So he stays out of the way, under a tree with his little black book, and writes about far off worlds with disappearing cats and talking caterpillars, because when you don't know what you're missing--]
[How can you want it?]
[OOC: Meet a smaller Roxas than usual- around eight years old and brimming with confusion over the current events. Essentially playing up his lack of understanding to both christmas and family, so-- feel free to pull him from that isolation.]
[Sometimes, Christmas equates to isolation. It's something Roxas has gotten used to.]
[Here in the orphanage, plenty of kids are getting excited over the season. It's the season to be jolly-- and the season for couples to feel that little pang of longing, to have a young one of their own bouncing into their room, ripping the colorful paper off presents and beaming up at the camera that will capture them for ages to come.]
[So the orphanage opens it's doors, lets more people in than usual and gives the children a chance to be at their best- playing, fighting, crying; laughing, in front of the many potential mothers and fathers that look their way. Roxas just doesn't understand it.]
[So he stays out of the way, under a tree with his little black book, and writes about far off worlds with disappearing cats and talking caterpillars, because when you don't know what you're missing--]
[How can you want it?]
[OOC: Meet a smaller Roxas than usual- around eight years old and brimming with confusion over the current events. Essentially playing up his lack of understanding to both christmas and family, so-- feel free to pull him from that isolation.]
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[And then he lifts his eyes, because the warmth around his neck, and the presence at his side is more tangible, more poignant than a memory. Roxas has always been the one to take care of him, even now. But... now it's Sora's turn.]
[To be honest, he wants to steal Roxas away. Pick him right up and leave this place. Walk out the door with Roxas in his arms so he can warp the very reality of the dream into something so blindingly bright and warm that the very memory of what happened before is nothing but a blink in Roxas' eye. ]
You know, I think I might've had a dream like that too.
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[He was bigger. And more scared-- just not for himself. He didn't want the other Sora to hurt people; didn't want Sora to get hurt either. When Sora had joined him in the dark, there'd been a heavy sensation on his chest, like his heart had broken.]
[It felt a lot like failure.]
We don't have to go back, do we? [Another sniffle; hopefully Sora's not going to mind a few sticky, chocolate covered fingers as a small hand holds onto his arm. Roxas looks up at him, tears threatening to overspill down red cheeks and a miserable little frown on his face.]
I don't want you to.
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[Sora just sighs and very gently slips his hand from Roxas' grasp. Instead, he brings his arm around Roxas' shoulder to scoot the other boy closer. He doesn't ever want to see Roxas frown like that again. Doesn't ever want to lose him to the dark, or to feel that devastating sadness when Sora shared his fate.]
[Even now, he can feel that protectiveness as he looks down at the smaller version of his other. There it is again: the urge to take him away from here.]
If you want ... I have a much better place that I'd like you to see.
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[Roxas tenses slightly as Sora pulls him closer, before relaxing, leaning against his other's side and feeling slightly more content for the action. It's okay now. Sora's gonna be here. Nightmares...are just nightmares.]
[And Roxas can protect him too.]
[He looks up at the offer, before staring out at the snow covered playground, the other children, the potential parents, and the watchful patrons.]
I'm not supposed to leave.