A gift and a curse

[reverse-destiny.livejournal.com]

Characters: reverse_destiny and you
Setting: Floor Eleven, once more
Format: Whichever!
Summary: Sora's been given a Keyblade by Aqua. But now, that light is wearing him down--and he's panicking about what this means.
Warnings: None as of yet

No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Sora's shaking, staring at the cold, metallic weapon in his hand. It's foreign, not at all what he's used to. In fact, instead of the wing-shaped blade that he's used to, he holds in his hand a giant key. And no matter how hard he tries, no matter what he does, it's all he can call. And that just won't do. Ansem would kill him. Keyblades are of the light, and light is bad and wrong and it's everything that's hurt him in the past.

Unable to hold in the emotions anymore, Sora throws the Keyblade, it spinning out over the water before vanishing in a flash. It merely appears in his hand again. Finally, after giving a loud, emotional scream that leaves his throat raw, he falls to his knees, shaking. The key rests on the ground beside him where it had fallen. And not too far away, two creatures watch him.

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[reverse-destiny.livejournal.com]

Granted, of course, Sora has no idea that Ansem himself is a Heartless. If he did, it would make much more sense. However, he doesn't. But now he doesn't know anything else to say, he feels kind of awkward.

[tempustemporum.livejournal.com]

And so the two of them kind of stand there for a couple of minutes looking awkward. Briefly he considered inquiring more about the studies of this boy's father, and what he had found, but in the unlikely event that he even knew much concerning the subject, he probably wouldn't tell Ienzo anyway. So instead he went for a much simpler option, one that would make life easier in his notes.

"...I don't believe you ever mentioned your name." Hooray for temporary lapses of manners preventing him from offering his own first.

[reverse-destiny.livejournal.com]

"Sora."

That's it. Nothing else, nothing more. It's simple and concise, and he'll blink. Why does his name matter?

[tempustemporum.livejournal.com]

Notes, mostly. He's still trying to get down a comprehensive list of who's in the Tower and what their collar color is, mostly because it's something productive to do. Reading is all well and good, but there comes a time when everyone wants to Go Out and Do Things. Which is hard when everyone is trapped in a tower with no way out. The boy files this in his mind for noting down when he gets back to his room, and a moment later: "...Ienzo."

[reverse-destiny.livejournal.com]

"Ienzo? Nice name."

Well, at least he knows the kid's name. And the kid is actually kind of interesting. He could be an interesting conversational partner in the future.

[tempustemporum.livejournal.com]

Hm. No one had ever called his name 'nice' before; as far as he could recall, no one had spoken about it at all, even in worlds like this, where people had names that obviously wouldn't have fit in at Radiant Garden.

But that was hardly something that warranted discussion, in his opinion. Unimportant things like names were really just ways to identify people; any unfortunate incidents that could come from having a 'bad name' didn't come from the name itself, but from people who are particularly vocal in their opinions about it.

So instead, he didn't comment on that at all and instead looked at the Keyblade. "And how did you come into possession of that?" Perhaps it was just one of those 'random' occurrences; rare, but documented. Or maybe, well, maybe in some other world the Keyblade bearers were actually still in existence. (Such a futile hope. Honestly.)