& COLOR RISES INTO THOSE HELD CHEEKS. roxas shyly averts his gaze, a gloved hand rising to rest atop one of sora’s own almost on instinct. it isn’t that he always knows what sora needs, per se ; after all, roxas isn’t a MIND READER. he just knows what would help him in a situation like this, & is sora not his BETTER HALF? the real half?
“ … of course, sora, ” he says airily, downplaying any significance to his actions. all he’d done at the end of the day had been to pick him up & sing a few lines of a song!
“ … from fable to fumble, from stable to stumble :
nevermore.
i'll say goodbye to my demons & all my break—evens,
ever y͟o͟u͟r͟s͟.
i won't come back to you broken, i won't stay away too long
even if words i've spoken seem to still come out wrong.
i’ll get my shit back together, get right where i belong :
who do you love? ”
it’s a promise, no matter how it’s looked at : roxas is swearing to be better for sora’s sake. because that’s what his better half DESERVES. it isn’t hard to see that the key of destiny blames himself for a lot of things in sora’s life even when he shouldn’t, but he doesn’t know what else to do. he’s the shadow behind all of the keyblade hero’s movements, the one to cover his eyes & do the DIRTY WORK when it needs doing …
roxas will never be afraid to get his hands dirty for sora’s sake.
for so long , people have done so much for his sake. because he’s the hero , because he’s the savior , because he’s their atlas , their martyr , their everything . he’s so tired of it , tired of being important for the reasons he never wanted to be. he never asked to be a hero , a savior , a martyr . all sora wanted , all he ever wanted , was to explore with his friends , to see other worlds with them.
he wanted to be sora . he wanted that to be enough.
right now , though ?? it didn’t feel like roxas cared because he was a hero or chosen or anything else people wanted to call him. roxas cared because they were connected , because roxas was another half of him , the missing piece to his soul.
roxas cared about sora because he was sora , nothing else mattered.
he smiles softly , pressing a kiss to roxas’ cheek , gentle & barely there. he’d always been the affectionate type , especially with people he cares about. & who was that more than roxas ?? he loves him , of course , so why wouldn’t he want to show that ??
roxas’ cheeks are still warm under his hands , & that makes him laugh just a little bit , soft smile turning into something real at the sight of it. he likes this moment , he wants more of it , of how it makes him feel.
for the first time in a while , sora feels happy . he doesn’t want to lose that again.
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