interstellar5555 | the flashbabes of february

The blanket gets dropped once they're inside his room, and he looks down at the thing in question. He speaks quietly despite the fact they're behind a closed door now. "It's... I think they called it the Keyblade? I just dream about it sometimes though, I didn't know I could like..."

He pauses, bringing his arm up level with his face, and seems to concentrate on it for a second. It disappears, with the same flash of light that had happened when it had first appeared. His eyes widen a little and he looks at Jamie, then back to his hand, where after another second of concentration it appears again. Standing away from Jamie so he's at a safe distance, he gives it a kind of practice swing with both hands, and the weight feels weirdly familiar, as does the movement. "It's just like my dreams..."

And then it clicks, and he gasps. "The others too! The ones I saw... They were from my dreams too!" He is doing a very excellent job of explaining all of this right now, clearly.

Jamie watches with round-eyed amazement as the keyblade disappears and reappears, seemingly at Sora's unspoken command. Now that the initial shock has worn off, it is, he has to admit, pretty cool. Still worrying - because he doesn't want to imagine how their manager would react to something like this, let alone Lesedi - but cool.

He's about to ask Sora how the thing works, how he's making it apparently pop in and out of existence, but that's curtailed when Sora starts kind of...rambling. "Whoa, whoa, wait, what others? Other what? Stuff like that?" He gestures toward the keyblade. "You dreamed about this thing?"

Which has some pretty serious implications all on its own, if that's the case.

Sora takes a deep breath, and looks around quickly at his room... He walks around it for a second, sort of peeking in corners and checking behind curtains and his closet door before he heads back over to Jamie and takes his hand again with his free one.

"Okay, I'm gonna tell you some stuff. I probably shoulda done it sooner, but I was..."

Scared. Not for his own sake, but for Jamie's, for everyone he cared about. That fear had only been increasing ever since he'd disappeared for two days with only blurred memories of what had happened to him. But both before and after that, the most he's told people so far have been bits and pieces about his first few dreams, before he even had names. Before he'd seen the keyblade, or the Heartless. He's gotten so much since then. If he's going to tell anyone the whole story, all of the pieces he has so far, telling Jamie makes the most sense. He trusts Jamie.

"I didn't want you to end up getting hurt, not if I could keep it from happening. So we just have to be really careful, okay? Promise me?"

Jamie cranes his neck to watch as Sora flits around the room, almost like a little kid checking for monsters. He lets the other boy take his hand, lacing his fingers with Sora's to reinforce that he's not going anywhere, and listens, frowning in concern.

"'course I will," he says, giving Sora's hand a squeeze. "I'll be as careful as I can."

He doesn't know how much it will help, in the situation they're all in - terrible things could still happen regardless of any precautions they take - but Jamie's going to give it his best shot.

Sora gives a resolute nod, and a gentle squeeze of Jamie's hand before he leads him to the bed. So long as Jamie comes with him, he'll wait until they're both on it and he's set the keyblade in his lap before he closes the opulent curtains around the whole thing. Anything to put more layers between them and the rest of Pride, especially the higher-ups.

"I've been having weird dreams and visions and stuff, since like October. Like, I know I've said some stuff about it before, and it seems like a lot of people have been having stuff like this going on too. Someone said it might just be from stress, you know? Like, being overworked. But some stuff from my dreams I've been seeing in real life now. People first, and now this too," he lifts up the keyblade a bit.

With the curtains drawn around the bed it's almost like being in a cave, a private, embryonic little space just for the two of them. Jamie quietly digests what Sora's telling him, chewing his lip in thought.

"I thought you probably were. I have too, so have a lot of other people, here and at Virgo. You're the first person who's said anything about seeing stuff from their dreams here, though."

He frowns, pensively. "Who were the people you saw? Are you sure they're the ones you dreamed about?"

"I guess I can't really be sure, but this guy... Riku, from my dreams, I saw him at the charity concert. And when I looked at him it triggered one of those... visions. Or, or like a memory about him. About finding him again after a long time, after I'd looked everywhere for him. There were a lot of feelings with it too, and I started crying," he admits freely. Emotion seems to be welling up again just talking about it. "I pretended I didn't know him though and just kept on like I hadn't seen him, 'cause what else could I do?"

Jamie frowns quietly, mulling things over. It's obvious that whoever this Riku guy really is and whatever his connection to Sora, he's important, somehow. It doesn't make Jamie feel jealous, necessarily, just...uncertain, for reasons he doesn't want to think about too closely.

He doesn't let on any of his concerns, though, peering toward Sora in the dim light. "Did...he say anything to you? Or act like he recognized you?"

Sora shakes his head lightly. "No. I saw a girl I'd had a vision of once too... I think her name is Namine. She looked a lot like the other girl from my dreams too, Kairi. Namine and Riku both appeared on the same day too, in the same place even. All of this stuff, it's gotta mean something..."

A few tears fall from his eyes, and he quickly tries to wipe them away with his hands. He laughs at himself, but the tears come faster. "Sorry. I don't even know... Why I'm crying..."

It's just intense again, overwhelming, like it had been when he'd been at the charity concert. There's so much emotion in his chest it almost feels hard to breathe, and he drops the keyblade onto the bedspread in order to reach his hands out, lightly touching Jamie's arms. A silent request for a hug. He's normally not one to ask, but just hug anyway. Right now he's not sure what his head or heart are doing. "Jamie?"

The sudden display of emotion confuses and alarms Jamie, and he's increasingly worried for what all this means - for Sora, for him, for everybody who's been having the visions and dreams and weird power manifestations. When Sora reaches for him, Jamie only hesitates for a second before he wraps his arms around him, one hand cradling the other boy's head and the other gently patting his back.

"It's - it's okay, man, we'll figure it out. This is some weird shit to deal with, but we'll get through it, okay? I'm here for you, no matter what."

Having Jamie wrapped around him feels grounding, somehow. While slipping his arms around him in return, Sora lets out a shaky breath, then takes in another one, getting back into an easier rhythm of breathing because his chest no longer feels too full and heavy. The emotions settle, because the strongest one, his love and desire to keep Jamie just as safe as he feels right now in his arms, comes into focus. There's nothing more important.

"I know... Me too. No matter what, and no matter where, Jamie. 'Cause even when we're apart," he brings an arm up between them to gently rest his hand on Jamie's chest, over his heart. "I'm still here..." And Jamie's hand is taken so Sora can place it over his own heart, and he holds it there. "And you're always here. Always."

Jamie looks down at the space between them, at Sora's hand over Jamie's heart and the other holding Jamie's hand to his chest, and there's that feeling he gets sometimes that he can't really put a name to, the one that's kind of like fear and happiness and hope and protectiveness all mingled together, the one that makes him wonder sometimes what Sora sees in him to say these kinds of things to him.

He squeezes Sora's hand gently and pulls him in again to rest his chin on Sora's shoulder. "Dude," he says in kind of a half-chuckle.

The response is so familiar and so Jamie, it makes Sora smile against his shoulder, and hold him a little tighter. "And... whatever this stuff means, whoever these people are..."

He ends up trailing off for a second, not really sure how to end that. There's an odd feeling growing that there's this huge separation, a dissonance between the weird things and his current life as he knows it, like they're not supposed to belong together, but he doesn't know why. And Jamie's a part of his current life. But he also knows that... whatever weird things or powers or people continue to pop up, whatever changes happen in his life, Jamie's still going to be a part of it. He'll always be a part of it. Because as long as Jamie still wanted him, he'd fight armies, move mountains, travel universes, whatever he had to, to keep them together.

It's a realization, the first of its kind because Sora rarely just sits down and actually thinks about what he's feeling. He almost never classifies his feelings, they're just. There. They just are.

He pulls away enough to look Jamie in the eyes, and it's enough to confirm the emotion. "Can I...?"

He doesn't finish that either though. Instead, he kisses him. Quick, soft. Once, then twice. Then he whispers, in a voice that's hesitant at first only because he's not sure if it's something Jamie wants to hear or will accept, but then why wouldn't he? He's accepted all of Sora's feelings before now, and Sora doesn't feel the need for a returned declaration in this moment, he just needs to say it. So. He does.

"I love you."

Jamie's still confused, and concerned, and anxious to reassure Sora however he can, and though the kisses surprise him a little he returns them as best he's able.

And then Sora says the words, and Jamie's not sure what to say.

He can only stare in stunned silence, trying to wrap his brain around this while shock mingles with something like panic, because how does he respond to this? Is he supposed to tell Sora he loves him too? Does he love him? What does it even feel like to love someone like that? Jamie's not even sure he knows.

But Sora, apparently, does. Jamie doesn't have any doubt that Sora is expressing exactly what he feels, and that in and of itself - the fact that Sora already loves him - makes his throat ache.

He cups the other boy's jaw in his hand, rubbing his thumb across Sora's cheek. "...really?" he manages, in a voice that's more of a squeak. "I mean - y-you know that already and it's only been, like, a month?"

Jamie is profoundly moved by this admission of Sora's. He is not, however, very coherent in expressing that.

In typical Sora fashion, he's not put-off at all by Jamie's lack of eloquence or anything. He's happy at the response, and gives a quiet laugh, one of pure joy rather than amusement.

When every little thing Jamie does or says makes him feel something, and the greatest sight and sound he can think of is Jamie smiling and laughing, or giving him that "amused but exasperated at your antics" type look, he has no doubt about what this is.

"I have for longer than that too I think. Just in a different way, you know? You were my best friend, and you still are. And now you're more than that too. It's like... It's all the same feelings except they're stronger, and they're always getting stronger. I think about you all the time, and I want to always be by your side, so you can keep making your Jamie face at me--" He grins as he says this, and uses his own thumb to briefly pull one corner of Jamie's lips into a half-smile. "You always make me feel good, too... And kind of invincible, like we could take on anything, as long as we're together."

the flashbabes of february

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I HAVE NO APPROPRIATE ICONS i am sorry

i am familiar with this problem lol