The Sound of Light [Kingdom Hearts, Aqua, PG13]

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Title: The Sound of Light
Author: vegakapera 
Rating: PG13
Warnings: weirdly written, warnings for dark themes and vaguely implied self-love.
Prompt: Kingdom Hearts, Aqua: Loneliness, longing – Alone in the darkness, how long had it been?
Words: 363


Note: Late, sorry.

 

When wrapped in what she had always feared, the content of her nightmares, she did not feel the coldness she had imagined. It did things to her, the darkness. It did nothing.

 

Emptiness. Loneliness.

 

 

Alone, unlike anything she had ever been before.

 

How long had it been?

 

How long had it been?

 

 

 

If she forced her shattered mind to gather, she could remember. Remember the time before.

The time before the time she knew.

 

What she remembered was touch.

Hands. Something in behind them, in the distance. Faces. Smiles. Faded. Blurred.

 

Laughter.

 

 

Had it been cold then? She thought it had. Sometimes.

But there had been warmth too. Often. Inside.

Never empty. Never hollow.

 

 

 

She longed. Her body longed, but it had become difficult to remember what it once desired.

Time didn’t matter here.

Desired still. Perhaps.

 

 

She knew the warmth inside. The core. The light.

She had known it. Tried not to forget. Forgotten.

 

She remembered touch.

 

 

Warm hands. Warm lips.

It had been so long since she had been touched. Held. Caressed. Desired.

No face this time. Just the warmth.

She longed.

 

 

 

When she forgot to wander and her skin touched the ground, when she could walk no further, then she laid down to remember.

Remember what it had been like. That touch.

 

Her hands had been touched. Lightly. Softly.

Circled her knuckles and parted her fingers, she did as she remembered.

The tingling electricity surprised her. Delighted her. Tempted her.

 

The inside of her arm, where the veins were dangerously close to the surface, she had been touched there. Patterns, there had been patterns. Her fingers followed the radiant lines her mind painted on her skin.

A spark of light.

 

The light spread through her body, danced on her skin. Alluring. Released.

She remembered this. The warmth of the light.

 

Her neck. Her stomach. Her ankles. Light. Light. Light.

She hunted it. Craved it.

 

The silence broken by the sound of her heartbeats, the sound of life. The sound of light.

 

Aqua reached for it, chased the light across her skin. The warm, invisible light.

She had missed this. The touch. Them.

 

 

 

She only wished that the warmth wouldn’t end.