#islelight

[enigmatias]

she throws a pink shawl over him. his coat is unzipped too low. it's indecent.

thanks now he’s comfy

[lightmimic-a]

"were you just humming the sonic theme song just now?"

@islelight

She’s far too smug for a girl wearing a Sonic the Hedgehog t - shirt.  “—— Does this mean you know the Sonic theme song?”

[wingbladed]

she finds him sitting on the sandy shore, eyes upward at the starry night sky. she’s unsure of the time at the moment. last time she checked it was a quarter after 1am. she wonders why he’s up at this hour which is perhaps hypocritical of her since she’s also awake. it’s just been hard sleeping lately, especially on the islands where sora’s memories are strongest. she quietly strides over to him, sitting beside him in the sand as she looks over to him with a concerned look. “can’t sleep?”

     Over the past few weeks, Ven has found himself drawn to the shores of Destiny Islands as if pulled by an invisible string wrapped tightly around his heart. For a place he’s only visited a handful of times in his life before his awakening, it feels a lot more familiar than it should. From the tropical heat and the sound of the waves lapping lazily at the shore to the gentle breeze teasing at his hair and the fresh, salty smell lingering in the air— it all feels like home.

     He doesn’t know what time it is when he quietly slips out of the spare room Kairi’s parents are allowing him to use while he visits, but he can’t bring himself to care. His heart is restless, and he knows sleep won’t come without Terra and Aqua by his side, so he figures a late night walk to distract himself won’t hurt. He leaves the large house behind, his feet carrying him down the road that leads towards the beach, following its haphazard path as it winds between the cluster of houses scattered across the main island. Ven crests a small hill, his breath catching in his throat as he finally glimpses the ocean and the small play island in the distance. After a beat of silence, he continues down the path, his footsteps slow as if he’s suspended underwater.

     The ocean almost appears black in the dead of night, its surface deceptively calm, inviting, reflecting the near-full moon which shines serenely above it amongst a blanket of brightly shining stars. It’s mesmerising, like something out of the fairytales he liked to read when he was younger. He feels as though whatever spell has been cast over the islands and its waters will be broken if he dares to utter a word.

     Before too long, he reaches the shore, his feet sinking into loose sand as he steps onto the beach. He kicks off his shoes and leaves them at the edge of the path, moving closer to the edge of the water which rushes forth to meet him, teasing at the tips of his toes. Wordlessly, Ven lowers himself onto the ground and stretches his legs out in front of him, shivering as the cool water laps at his ankles.

     Ven leans back on his hands, his fingers slipping into the cool, silky sand beneath him as he turns his face towards the sky, his gaze tracing out the constellations that are somehow both familiar and unknown all at once. He knows, in his heart, that he’s only ever gazed upon these stars with his own eyes once before ( back when his heart had been torn asunder, his body abandoned for death to take into its willing arms ), and yet he can confidently pick out a string of stars and call them by name, as if it were second nature.

     For over a decade, his heart sought refuge within another’s, drenched in memories and experiences that didn’t belong to him. Like a sponge, his heart soaked up every last detail, treasuring the precious dreams his caretaker unwittingly awarded him. These feelings, these memories, the casual knowledge he possesses— none of it truly belongs to him. Sora had given him so much, all while sheltering his feeble light and nurturing his fractured heart, granting him the chance to heal.

     Maybe that’s why he finds himself drawn here, following the call of his own heart and the foreign memories he can no longer tell apart from his own. Ven feels closer to Sora when sitting upon these sandy shores that he cherished so dearly, surrounded by the sights and sounds that enriched his dreams during the years he spent sheltered within his heart. It makes him feel less alone.

     Without Sora at his side, it feels like a huge piece of himself is missing. To have spent so many years nestled within the warm sanctuary of his heart, constantly immersed in his memories and emotions that made everything seem so bright and wonderful, only to have it all ripped away… Ven has been finding it difficult to adjust. The worlds feel colder and duller without Sora.

     Movement at his side startles him out of his thoughts. He flinches, panic clawing at his throat as he throws a hand out in preparation to summon his Keyblade— only to freeze the moment he notices a flash of familiar red hair out of the corner of his eye. Ven releases a shaky sigh, his hand falling back to his side. He hadn’t been expecting company.

    “ Kairi? ” Ven blurts in quiet surprise. Did she hear him leave? He’d tried to be quiet, but perhaps it wasn’t enough. His lips part, ready to voice an apology, but the words die on his tongue upon hearing the concern in her tone. Self-consciously, he draws a knee to his chest and rests his chin atop it. “ Yeah, I... I’ve not been sleeping much, I guess. ”

     Kairi hums softly in acknowledgement before the two of them lapse into a comfortable silence and Ven turns his gaze out to sea, his eyes inevitably drawn to the shape of the play island in the distance, swathed in shadow. A lump begins to form in his throat.

    “ I keep remembering things. ” Ven says suddenly, in spite of himself. He can feel Kairi’s gaze on him, curious and expectant, and forces himself to continue, “ Things that... I shouldn’t. They’re not my memories. I know they’re his. Sora’s. ”

     He hears rather than sees Kairi shift closer, his vision beginning to blur as he continues to gaze out across at the small island. “ The more I come here, the more I remember and— the more it hurts. ” Something warm and wet slides down his cheek. Ven hastily wipes it away and wraps his arms around his leg, hugging it closer to his chest. Words continue to tumble past his lips, like water leaking out of a dam, “ I feel empty. Like— like a part of me is missing. It’s not fair. He saved me, he saved everyone! He should— ”

     Ven cuts himself off, the lump in his throat making it impossible to continue speaking. He can barely see the outline of the island in the distance anymore, his cheeks damp with freshly fallen tears. A gentle hand brushes against his arm. Ven turns towards Kairi ( how could he have said such selfish things, when she undoubtedly misses Sora the most? ) but he finds himself unable to make out her features, his lower lip wobbling treacherously as he struggles to apologise, “ I’m sorry, I— ”

     A pair of warm arms wind tightly around his trembling form and drag him sideways, pulling him against Kairi’s chest. He can’t see her face anymore, not that it would have mattered. Ven squeezes his eyes shut, his shoulders shaking as he cries unreservedly into the hollow of her throat. A cloud passes in front of the moon and the world goes dark. Ven doesn’t feel the warm tears that fall into his hair.

@islelight ♥

[heartslight-a]

     ❛  here you go! i can guarantee this cake is gonna be the tastiest you’ve ever had! i know because little chef helped me make it!  ❜     /     @islelight   sc.

[moondriftingold]

✏ pls draw my little girl

ill draw ur muse if u ask nicely || selectively accepting!

@islelight.

YOU SPECIFIED LITTLE GIRL so its really YOUR FAULT that i ran with this–

[gorot]

she leans sideways in his direction. “akechi, I think kurusu - kun wants you to hold his hand.” he is after all holding his hand out like a child expecting to be given sweets and has been for the last ten minutes. it’s a little embarrassing at this point.

         »  @islelight.

   but  im  holding  yours,  shima - san.  he  can  wait  for  his  turn.

[strxtto-blog]

“I’m useless on my own.”

Emotional Steven Universe Starters

Mindless strumming comes to an abrupt halt at her sudden and open statement---a sour note rings in the air before gloved hands gently hold the string to silence the noise. Confusion makes his face scrunch up as he turns to stare at the shorter beside him. “Excuse me ??” This really wasn’t a conversation she should be having with him (after all they just barely became friends not to long ago) but....the expression Kairi was wearing practically grabbed whatever ghost of a heart lived in his chest and pulled it into a choke hold. So with a deep breath he takes a second to mentally prepare himself for the world’s best pep talk.

            “If I remember correctly--you’re the princess that decked not only me but a Dusk in the face to escape imprisonment, right ??” A pause. “Or was that Snow White...”

Shoulders shrugging Demyx moves just enough to poke her gently in the side. “Listen, I know what being useless is and I know for a fact that you aren’t useless.” Turning away from her he turns to look up at the sky.

             “I just think that fate has been pretty damn mean to you.”

[yikeen]

❝  i’ll never let you go.  ❞ // for namine

   ‘‘   i  have  a  favor  to  ask  of  you.   ’’

   𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐨𝐟  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐢𝐬  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐨𝐰𝐧,  𝐨𝐫  𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧  𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥  𝐟𝐨𝐫  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫.  not  the  hands  hiding  on  her  back,  or  her  mouth  mustering  a  smile.  much  less  her  skin,  which  was  now  fading  translucent.  𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴  𝘪𝘴  𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘭,  somehow.  she’d  had  a  vague  taste  of  life,  and  sooner  or  sooner,  it  had  to  be  taken  back  from  her.  but  she  can’t  tell  herself  anything  other  than  this  is  what  should  happen.   ‘‘   i  know  this .  .  .  may  sound  silly  to  you,  but  .  .  .    ’’   a  part  of  her  adores  kairi,  because  namine’s  wholeness  is  her.  she  has  to  willingly  give  up,  because  that’s  what  is  right.  it’s  cruel.  namine  reaches  out  for  her  equal’s  hands.  yes,  it’s  cruel.

   ‘‘  .  .  .  𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦,  𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬  𝘰𝘧  𝘮𝘦  𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯.   ’’

   here’s  to  waking  up  to  the  silence  of  a  blank  room,  still  playing  witch,  but  very  much  out  in  the  world.

@islelight  soft sentences.  ♡  * closed  !