the day you will open the door
He opened his eyes, blinking at the image that stood in the window, rimmed by the lights
of the ballroom behind him. A scarlet waistcoat spilled white ruffles over burgundy slacks.
The slacks tucked neatly into gold-toed black boots while a gold crown speared his cravat.
Tentatively, Sora patted his sides, curious at the fit -- only to grin and flash his
reflection the thumbs up when he realized it was velvet ... all velvet.
Behind him, people swirled. Faceless masses of glitter and gold that revolved amongst
each other in endless loops, locked in spinning grace. Arching pillars framed the domed room's
central light, inky marble that drank in the brilliant golden glow and made the windowed
corners dark with shadows.
is both far off and very near
The shadows crawled, tendrils coiling loosely around his arms and legs, as if to drink
the ruby glow straight from his heart, draining him and the reflection dry. He smiled at the
darkness in the window, "I'm not afraid," and it smiled back, resolving itself slowly into --
A spinning figure waved at him from the center of the room, cloaked in prink and white.
Sora whirled, tossing the black coils aside to wave at the figure, grinning madly. "Kairi!"
the closer you get to light
Still grinning, Sora pushed into the whirling crowd, chasing the phantom that smiled at
him from beneath the room's shining light. The shadows clutched at him as he disappeared in
the crush, trailing behind him like a cape. He broke from the crowd, his shadow streaking out
behind as he lifted his hand to reach out to the dancing phantom, but --
the greater your shadow becomes
There was no Kairi. Just her smile fading into the drifting glow. He startled, looking
around blankly at the suddenly empty air. Turning, Sora stared as his shadow, a long black
line that lifted from the floor, molding and shaping itself into the body of his best friend.
A black suit trimmed in silver wreathed Riku in military smoke, from the polished knee-high
black boots to the silver heart key pinned to his breast.
A gloved hand extended, reaching from the solid shadow with it's silver halo, beckoning
to him, offering ...
but don't be afraid
He caught the hand in his own, smiling as he let Riku pull him close and catch his other
hand. A single step into the waiting arms and they were swept into the dance, caught like the
rest beneath the light's amber glow. There was no other touch besides their gloves, black in
white, white twined in black. Revolving around one another without thought, caught in the
moment that was the meeting of eyes. Two step to bring them forward, to brush velvet against
silk, and one to bring them apart. Growing ever closer, spinning ever faster, until there was
no other view but the single view of the burning eyes. Bodies curve as necks bend and lips
slip closer, hovering at the precipice of touch. Eyelids slide shut to savor the heat and
darkness of the one single moment ...
And Sora opened his eyes to stare into the sun.
you are the one who will open the door
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