@dxrk-storm says: ❝ i’m in here. i’m inside this body. there’s still a person in here and it’s mine. it’s my body. i’m tired of so many people acting like it isn’t. ❞ (( it was either this or “fucking dumbasshole” so i flipped a coin ))
( magnolia castillo sentence starters )
♡ ――― “I’m in here. I’m inside this body,” Venitas says thickly, staring out to the ocean neither of them really know.
Roxas pushes his knees to his chest as he sits on the sand overlooking this world he only knows from dreams–all the little secrets and every stranger he knows their name, despite never meeting them in real life until now. It’s so weird to know about the Secret Place despite the way he avoids it. It’s so surreal the memories he has of every grain of sand here… it leaves him reeling to know everything about a place he’s never really been.
“There’s still a person in here and it’s mine. It’s my body,” he continues on beside Roxas, his voice crumbling ash and bittersweet recollections.
Roxas used to say things like this, but somewhere along the way he stopped fighting against Sora and this life Roxas crams himself into because it’s easier than being alone. Easier to smile blandly and eat ice cream despite the way the hate festers inside his new heart. Roxas used to say things like this too, but when did he give up on his right to exist?
“I’m tired of so many people acting like it isn’t,” Venitas finishes with an angry clip.
Roxas stares at that ocean lapping and churning forever in front of him. And all he can see is a little Sora splashing among those sweeping waves with Riku and Kairi, all smiles and giggles and glittering happiness Roxas can never hold…
“You can’t blame them,” Roxas replies with a bitter, breathless chuckle. “They knew Sora first.”
Roxas turns his head to burn his blue eyes Venitas’ way, his lips pressed before he spews out such a hateful truth.
A truth Roxas learned a long time ago.
“They’ll only see Sora when they look at you. When they want to say your name, his name comes out of their lips instead. On this world, all they know is him…”
Roxas sighs, shrugging a little helplessly.
“We’ll always be the secondhand copies of him here…” Roxas mutters. “But somewhere else, somewhere far away… maybe there’s a chance they never met Sora. Maybe there… we could be our own people. I’m so tired… I’m so tired of walking in Sora’s shadow. Every time they look at me… all they want to see is another perfect replica of their dull, ordinary friend they already know. Anything they don’t know… that could be dangerous.”
Roxas grips his knees then, shaking his head.
“One day I’m going to leave this world and I’ll make the universe realize the truth: my heart always belonged to me! No one else. I still believe that, even after everything…”
And they watch the waves together among the bloody hues of a sinking sun, burning alive as they sit with the shadows of a world that will never know them completely…