Tumgik
#SI Ocean
ijichi-nijika 3 months
Note
nnijika
bboccher
59 notes View notes
annachum 1 year
Text
If Namor x Shuri were to actually become canon
I can totally see them having a slow burn former foes/rivals/political allies to lovers dynamic
Like :
. Being political allies had them work together in diplomacy and international relations related matters and such and find that they have even more in common than one may think
. Namor got his eyes opened to even more types of surface dwellers and realizes that....not all of them are like the Spanish colonisers that killed his dad 馃く馃く馃く馃ズ馃ズ馃ズ馃槶馃槶
. Namor eventually admitting that he feels guilty for inadvertently causing Ramonda's death ( THE ANGST )
. EVERYONE IN TALOCAN KNOWS THAT NAMOR IS SMITTEN WITH SHURI AT FIRST SIGBT
. That received mixed feelings from the Talokanis ( some are more hesitant, some others just joined the shipping boat )
. Shuri at first doesn't feel exactly the dame way yet gradually became torn between her growing attraction to Namor and tormented from even THINKING of forgiving Namor who inadvertently caused Ramonda's death ( THE ANGSSSTTTTT )
. The two eventually start to wear elements of each other's home domains' clothing at times in front of each other. They told their cohorts that it is ' to persuade Wakandans/Talocans even more ' YET ALL THE TALOKANIS KNEW HE AINT SLICK and some Wakandans picked that up too.
. Nakia understands how Shuri feels throughout the whole thing and tries her best to support and watch over her through the whole thing
. Riri ( who became an online friend of Shuri's after BP 2 ) was all like a hype woman like, ' GIRL THAT DUDE IS MF DRAGON AND HE LITERALLY GAVE YOU HIS MOM'S BRACELET '
Shuri : (in a facetime with Riri )Uh, Riri, we are just political allies, NOTHING MORE.
Riri :Yeah? Well, uh, how do you explain you SUDDENLY wearing more green jewelry that I see on your Instagram posts, hm? Care to explain?
Shuri : * face red * Uh.....
. Both suddenly found even more common ground in their shared hatred for Valentina Fontaine aka Madame Hydra
. Namor : Valentina is what us Talokanis call (in Mayan ) a piece of rotten fish
Shuri : * laughs loudly * Ku, I think she looks like a pig in some freaky Kardashian wig?
Namor : Are the Kardashians like.....the land people's version of nobility or something?
Shuri : * proceeds to show Namor some pics and clips of Keep up with the Kardashians *
Namor : * grimaces and laughs * Such vulgar behavior and dress style! And land people actually LIKE these stuff?!
Shuri : Yeah, well, SOME. Not me. I just heard stuff from some others and just laugh about it.
Namor and Shuri : * both roll over with laughter *
Aneka : * from a distance watching and excitedly filming the interaction *
Okoye : * watches with Aneka yet shakes her head with exasperation and being like ' I'm watching you, sea dragon man ' and trying to help Ankea contain her suppressed laughter *
. Thor ( whom I think that Namor will be friends with sometime after BP 2, or they are friends already before that )basically becomes a hype man for Namor and offers some advice on how to ' court a mortal lady '
' You should swim up to the shore, send her flowers, and just write love letters '
' Uh, wear more purple jewelry? My friends in Wakanda LOVR purple jewelry. '
' Maybe show her that you are actually good with kids!'
Namor : * groans * Thunder man, I appreciate your advices, yet Shuri is not like your lover Lady Foster. Plus, I have an army of nieces and nephews from both sides of my household tree that reside in different parts of the ocean and they ALL have a way to drive people nuts.
. And then when, after some time, Namor and Shuri FINALLY got together
Riri, Aneka and Thor just high five each other
Okoye just goes ' Hurt her again, and you're good as filleted ' to Namor
M'Baku basically just TRIES to challenge Namor in ' a series of challenges to prove that he is worthy of Princess Shuri ' yet Shuri was all like, ' Well, he passed them all before, has he not?' with a big smirk on her face.
馃く馃く馃く馃く馃く馃く馃く馃く馃く馃く馃く
93 notes View notes
idoltoons 1 year
Text
Otra cosita que tenia guardada en mi compu- Si no me equivoco, lo hice un fin de semana hace como un mes y medio donde estaba obsesionada con este dialogo y en ver a mi reina Khalil dici茅ndolo-
Tiene toda la vibra de mi reinita- 馃憖馃憣
As铆 es, mi headcanon de voz ahora de la reina Khalil es la voz de Daniela Romo-
91 notes View notes
porcelainerose 3 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
la mer est mon miroir
9 notes View notes
kandidandi 10 months
Note
Kandi core
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
gasp! yes yes yes omg basya this is amazing!!! would you believe me if i said i actually have those EXACT rollerskates irl?
27 notes View notes
suncaptor 8 months
Text
Lucifer is SO funny he's like same song different verse things are never going to change for you ever.... at Sam ..... like...... Lucifer voice Sam you SUCK at being an isolated curse magnet come on 馃檮馃檮
12 notes View notes
koteseeker 1 year
Text
society if they brought back cody in live-action
Tumblr media
87 notes View notes
sol-flo 6 months
Text
are there any (preferrably good) deep sea horror movies? i mean set entirely underwater. feels like there are many prominent games but i can't think of any movies. i guess they wouldn't work as well maybe
8 notes View notes
wheretwofacesmeet 1 month
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Wipeout
6 notes View notes
shxwmaster 8 months
Text
聽 聽 聽// coming back to this blog was a mistake. all i want to do is talk about shaw 24/7 and subject every poor soul in the vicinity to it.聽
9 notes View notes
yourdeepestfathoms 1 year
Text
Ocean once drank an entire 5 Hour Energy to finish some school work and literally thought she was going to die
42 notes View notes
delicatefalice 2 years
Text
little brother i think you鈥檙e an angel i see your sliver chain levitate when you鈥檙e kicking baby boy, you鈥檙e super cool i know you鈥檙e scared, so was i but all will be revealed in time
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
33 notes View notes
eylulkalpliadam 2 years
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
22 notes View notes
daily-broco 7 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Sydney
2 notes View notes
post3l 5 months
Text
iam showing symptoms of mental illness!!!!!!!! /vent
1 note View note
Text
The Pink Cowgirl Dress
Part Three: Glimmers | A Hikari Yagami Drabble
A/N: This is part three of my Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants inspired ficlet, featuring Hikari. I'll admit this one got away from me, over 4,000 words of exploring Hikari's character, her relationships with others, and how the Dark Ocean left her directionless directly after it happened. I'm so incredibly happy with how this piece turned out because I adore Hikari and always wanted more Dark Ocean bits in 02. I always wanted more Sokari friendship content too so *cracks knuckles* - I will give myself exactly what I want with my writing and hope you all enjoy it too! (PS - this is the longest piece of fanfiction I have ever written and I couldn't be more proud of myself for pushing through the tough parts.)
Part One | Part Two
Characters: Hikari Yagami (POV), Sora Takenouchi, Mimi Tachikawa (mentioned), Taichi Yagami | Relationships: Hikari and Sora (friendship), Hikari and Taichi (minor, sibling fluff) | Genre: Hurt and Comfort | Setting: Three days after the events of 02 Episode 13 | Word Count: 4,010 (AHHHH)
It started with Tailmon鈥檚 soft snores. The Digimon was curled against the balcony鈥檚 sliding door, her body in line with the late afternoon sunbeams streaming through the apartment, and to Hikari, huddled in a fetal position on the couch, the light twinkled on her partner鈥檚 white fur, enveloping her in an angelic, golden glow that suited her. Whether Tailmon was snoring or purring, or some combination of the two, the sound echoed in Hikari鈥檚 ears, a creamy hum drum in sync with her own heartbeat.
Her eyelids fluttered closed, her breaths easing into a rhythmic lull coaxing her to slumber, and for a moment, she relaxed into the feeling, her perception floating鈥
鈥ading鈥
鈥inking鈥
She jolted awake, her body convulsing into a free fall. It took several erratic pants for the haze of fear to pass, for the thundering black waves to ebb away to the edges of her mind. She sat up, back arching in a pathetic bow and nails digging into her polka-dot pajama pants. She was home, not lost in that murky ocean world. She was safe.
Tailmon leapt from the floor to the couch in one fluid motion and squeezed her way into Hikari鈥檚 lap, her ears laying tightly back against her head.
鈥淚 didn鈥檛 mean to fall asleep,鈥 the Digimon said.
鈥淚t鈥檚 alright,鈥 she said, scratching Tailmon鈥檚 cheek with a single finger. 鈥淚鈥檓 alright. You deserve some rest.鈥
鈥淪o do you.鈥
Hikari chewed the inside of her cheek. Everyone wanted her to sleep, but behind sleep lurked nightmares and visions that wavered between imaginations and premonitions. Always the Dark Ocean. Three days had passed since she was dragged there, ripped across worlds against her will. It haunted her. She found no comfort in the few hours she forced herself to close her eyes at night, tossing and turning in frightful fits, some small piece of her consciousness clinging to reality, crawling to find the light. She knew the lack of rest left her brittle and drained 鈥 it was why she stayed home from school. She鈥檇 hoped that moving from her bedroom to the living room while her parents and brother were still out for the afternoon would help her wake up, but no matter where she hid, the drowsiness stalked behind her like a shadow.
鈥淚鈥檒l make tea,鈥 she said, shifting Tailmon to the side and hopping up.
She wouldn鈥檛 doze off while on her feet and fiddling with things would keep her attention from wandering. If her partner gave any sort of questioning stare, Hikari refused to meet it, and marched at a sluggish pace towards the kitchen, her slippers shuffling on the floor with every step. Slow and steady were meant to win the race, but they hindered her like weights until she wasn鈥檛 sure if she would cross the finish line at all.
She had zoned out watching the kettle when a shrill chime rang throughout the apartment. Hikari鈥檚 brow furrowed as she stared at the oven clock. Not even 3:30pm. Besides, no one in her family rang the doorbell 鈥 well Taichi did with his knee sometimes if he made the trip up with his arms full of grocery bags 鈥 but he was at football practice.
Her stomach somersaulted. She had answered the worried messages from her friends over the weekend with short, positive phrases that she didn鈥檛 really believe in herself, but so far today, she left her D-Terminal on silent, buried underneath the pillows on her bed. It was easier to pretend she was actually sick instead of admitting to the undefinable turmoil that raged against her like the sea against the shore.
Mindlessly, she drifted towards the door, unlatched the lock, and pulled it open. Sora stood outside, carrying a tote bag out in front of her. She smiled as wide as the sun and a light danced in her eyes that reminded Hikari of twinkling stars.
鈥淚 brought you your homework,鈥 she said, raising the bag an inch. 鈥淚 caught Taichi before he ran off to practice and said I would grab it. I wanted to see how you were feeling.鈥
Mollifying words were on the tip of Hikari鈥檚 tongue, but the rising kettle鈥檚 whistle behind her left her at a hush, scrambling the usual brush-offs she would have said. 鈥淲ould you like a cup of tea?鈥 she asked instead.
She hadn鈥檛 thought Sora鈥檚 smile could grow, but it did, and Hikari couldn鈥檛 stop the warmth from blooming in her chest.
鈥淚 would love that.鈥
***
Hikari stirred her tea, the clinking of spoon against mug filling the awkward space between her and Sora. They had chatted with ease about various and sundry topics: school, tennis, the weather, but as they wove their way through safe topics, their answers dwindled to succinct 鈥測eses鈥 or 鈥渘os,鈥 and silence settled and compressed like fog. It wasn鈥檛 unpleasant, only unwieldy, and she wondered how long the quiet would last before Sora addressed the elephant in the room. Word of her and Takeru鈥檚 disappearance had erupted throughout the Chosen Children like frenzied wildfire. Everyone knew. But no one understood.
She leaned back against Tailmon鈥檚 fur. The Digimon had perched into a ball on top of the couch cushion behind her, already dozing off even amidst the conversation, and Hikari swallowed a pang of guilt. Her own sleeplessness was a burden not only for Tailmon, who stayed awake with her when the nightmares shook her into a wakeful terror, but for Taichi too. For the past three nights, Hikari, pretending to be asleep with blankets drawn up over her face like a mask, heard her bedroom door creaking open ever so slightly and caught the silhouette of his unruly hair as he peeked inside to make sure she was still there before he tiptoed away.
Sora set her mug down and scooched towards her.
鈥淵ou alright?鈥 she asked, and Hikari was rustled from her broodings.
鈥淵eah.鈥 The word came out like a reflex, but there was no mettle to it; instead, it flopped like a dying fish, and she hid her face behind the mug. If she just wasn鈥檛 so tired! Sora reached out and gently tugged Hikari鈥檚 hands back down.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e not sleeping.鈥
It was such a simple observation that despite herself, Hikari laughed dryly, the sound scratching her throat. She dipped her chin to the floor, fiery shame billowing in the pit of her stomach and reaching its long, flaming tendrils in red splotches that kissed her neck. Her grip on the mug tightened until her palms ached.
鈥淵ou can tell me,鈥 Sora said.
鈥淚t won鈥檛 go away,鈥 Hikari whispered. 鈥淓very time I close my eyes, it鈥檚 like I鈥檓 back there, inside the Dark Ocean. I can see the black waves. I hear them pound on the beach. My nose burns with the salty tang in the breeze. The sand sinks underneath my feet. It all comes rushing back, and I can鈥檛 stop it. I鈥檓 so tired but terrified that if I let my guard down for a second, the darkness will whisk me away again. Like it鈥檒l swallow me whole and never spit me out.鈥
She felt Sora stiffen next to her. Hikari turned, noticing that the usual rosy color of Sora鈥檚 cheeks had drained to a pasty paleness, and although her gaze was fixed upon the younger girl, Sora seemed to be looking straight through her, lost to a memory from a different time and place. To Hikari, it was like peering at her reflection, those moments when her perception glazed over and dreams mingled with reality.
鈥淚 understand,鈥 Sora breathed, blinking. Wherever she had strayed off to, she returned, lines of deep worry creasing her forehead, and she appeared years older.
鈥淲hat do you mean?鈥
Sora turned her entire body towards Hikari so that their knees bumped and grabbed hold of her hands.
鈥淒o you remember when Taichi told me to take Takeru and find the others before we battled Piemon?鈥
Hikari nodded. 鈥淗e knew we would need to fight together to defeat him.鈥
鈥淗e was right, and I knew how important it was to find Yamato, Jou, and Mimi. Time was against us, and I was so afraid of letting Taichi down. He was counting on me. What if I failed? What if I couldn鈥檛 do anything to help? What if I was too late? I don鈥檛 blame him, but I was overwhelmed.鈥 Sora smiled sadly. 鈥淚 put it all on my shoulders, and it crushed me until I couldn鈥檛 go any further. I don鈥檛 know what happened exactly. I shut down. I gave in to every morbid fear that crossed my mind; the cold, numbing feeling opened up inside my chest. Takeru said it was like black snakes bursting from the ground and wrapping around my legs, but I know the darkness originated from my own heart. Then I was plunging down into a dark abyss. Piyomon鈥檚 and Takeru鈥檚 yells became muffled, like I was hearing them from underwater while they were yelling from the surface. I was sinking and sinking further into the cave with no bottom in sight.鈥
Hikari didn鈥檛 realize she was trembling until Sora brushed her thumbs over her hands, and she whistled out a shaky breath that had been burning her lungs.
鈥淚 didn鈥檛 care,鈥 she continued. 鈥淚 was ready to give everything up. I might鈥檝e been trapped in there forever, falling in my own despair for all eternity. I don鈥檛 know. Yamato and Jou refused to give up on me. They dove in after me without a second thought and pulled me back, but it was more than that. Because of them, I remembered who I was again, who we are. They helped me rekindle the light that lives inside of me. You know better than anyone that light will always outshine darkness. We鈥檝e never been alone - that鈥檚 what makes us Chosen Children. We have our Digimon and each other. The deepest night can鈥檛 dim a galaxy of stars.鈥
Hikari was at a loss for words. She tried several times to say something, but they were vague, incoherent mumbles that wouldn鈥檛 string together.
鈥淚 didn鈥檛 know,鈥 she settled on whispering, a shiver creeping along her spine like an ivy vine.
鈥淵ou know that Yamato experienced the same type of dark cave that I did?鈥 Sora lifted her eyebrows and Hikari shook her head, forgetting once more to breathe. 鈥淚t may not always look like it, but Yamato feels deeply; it鈥檚 why the Crest of Friendship fits him perfectly, but he struggled with understanding what that meant, especially after he came at Taichi with fists flying. The darkness targeted his vulnerabilities and worries, just like it did with me, and it was Gabumon who finally reached him at his darkest.鈥
鈥淚 figured he was shaken up after the fight with Taichi,鈥 Hikari said, 鈥渁nd that鈥檚 why he left the group. I never imagined he was suffering.鈥
鈥淓veryone has their demons. Some fester inside of us like a plague, and others are so tangible that it seems like we can reach out and touch them. Even Taichi鈥︹ Sora trailed off as though she鈥檇 accidentally veered off a cliff, her nose scrunching with regret.
Hikari鈥檚 mouth dropped open and she inched forward until she was sitting on the edge of the couch.
鈥淭aichi? How?鈥
Sora winced. 鈥淚 really shouldn鈥檛 - 鈥
鈥淧lease. Tell me.鈥
鈥淲ell, it was with SkullGreymon,鈥 Sora said, throwing a worried glance at the door as if Taichi would materialize any moment. 鈥淭here was a lot we didn鈥檛 know back then, especially about the crests. A lot of times we were making it up as we went along, surviving by sheer determination, a shred of skill, and a lot of luck. But we did understand the basic premise of evolution. You know, you鈥檝e felt it too, that buoyancy expanding inside us when our Digimon evolve.鈥
Hikari pulled Tailmon into her lap, recalling the exhilaration that would swell in every fiber of her being each time Tailmon evolved. The Digimon themselves were the ones that changed physically, but the true growth was balanced between the two, like spider-webbing roots that bound them together, a give and take flow that strengthened both sides.
鈥淭aichi told me after it happened that he knew something was wrong the moment Greymon began to evolve. His crest glowed dark, and he said it was like a black hole around his neck, choking him, dragging him down, and squeezing his chest鈥hat the link between him and Greymon became parasitic and suffocating. The way he described it was -鈥
鈥淟ike drowning,鈥 Hikari finished, tears pricking her eyelashes. Of course. How could she have forgotten the contorted grimace that had blighted her brother鈥檚 expression when he watched with his own eyes as the Kaiser forced Agumon into that horrendous form? It was the same inner darkness that flirted with her, pulling her away, drenching her in loneliness, the same one that had preyed upon Sora鈥檚 doubts, and Yamato鈥檚鈥
Maybe she wasn鈥檛 quite as alone as it wanted her to believe.
鈥淭hank you,鈥 Hikari said, tilting her head into Sora鈥檚 shoulder. 鈥淚 didn鈥檛 mean for you to relive those awful memories.鈥
鈥淒on鈥檛 worry about it,鈥 she responded, leaning in as well. Hikari inhaled the sweet vanilla tones of Sora鈥檚 shampoo. 鈥淣ow, onto a slightly happier topic, let鈥檚 see what I鈥檝e brought for you.鈥
The cheerful gleams flickered back to life in Sora鈥檚 face. She reached into the tote bag beside her feet, pulling out textbooks and assorted papers and setting them down on the coffee table as she muttered things about arithmetic, biology, and literature. Hikari suppressed a sigh - schoolwork never slowed, not when the Kaiser had claimed a new territory in the Digital World with another Control Spire, and not when she鈥檇 been sucked through dimensions. Sora held the last item out to her, and at first glance, Hikari thought it was a towel, but as the older girl began to unfold it, she clasped her hand over her mouth. She鈥檇 never forget the sight of Mimi鈥檚 pink cowgirl dress.
鈥淗ow is that still in one piece?鈥 she gasped, fluttering her fingers across the fabric with delicate, deliberate movements, as if the dress would disintegrate if she grasped it too hard.
鈥淚t鈥檚 held up better than you would think,鈥 Sora said with a wink. 鈥淲e wanted you to have it.鈥
鈥淲e?鈥
A dusty, embarrassed blush warmed Sora鈥檚 face. 鈥淎 while back, Mimi gifted the dress to me because she believed it might help me overcome my fears. She was right. Then, it fell in and out of my thoughts. Sometimes I would take it out to admire the care and handiwork it鈥檚 been shown over the years, but mainly it鈥檚 been stuffed in a box underneath my bed. Now, I think it belongs to you. See these patches and shaky stitches? Mimi did them herself. And I added the embroidered flowers on the hem. So even though I鈥檓 giving it to you physically, it鈥檚 from both of us. My love and Mimi鈥檚 love are woven through it for you.鈥
A single tear fell, unbidden, down Hikari鈥檚 cheek, a sob shuddering in her throat, and Sora rubbed it away with her thumb. It all felt so underserved: Takeru鈥檚 willpower that transcended worlds to bring her home, her brother鈥檚 nighttime watchful eye, Tailmon鈥檚 abiding grace, and now Sora鈥檚 encouraging solace. She couldn鈥檛 fathom their belief in her strength. Nor had the horrors vanished from the far corners of her mind, but they began to recede like the ocean at low tide.
鈥淎nd these are for you too,鈥 Sora said, placing a ziplock bag on top of the stack of homework. It was stuffed full of ribbons, string, beads, and other mismatched crafting items. 鈥淎dding a bit of myself to the dress helped me focus on something positive, and when I was finished, I felt even more in tune with Mimi. I wasn鈥檛 sure what you might like, so I just threw a bunch of things together if you wanted to add your own bit of Hikari-flair to the dress.鈥
鈥淚 don鈥檛 know what to say,鈥 Hikari stammered.
鈥淪ay nothing,鈥 Sora responded. 鈥淐reate something instead.鈥 She rose to her feet. 鈥淚 should be heading home. I promised my mom I would help her trim flowers.鈥
Hikari walked with her to the door, still hanging on to the dress, and when they hugged goodbye, the fabric was pressed between them. She waltzed back to the couch, a familiar but missed spring in her step. Tailmon was already rummaging through the crafts and she pulled out several ribbon strands that not only twirled around her body, but caused an avalanche of beads to spill out. Hikari giggled and untangled her partner from the mess.
鈥淭here are so many to choose from,鈥 the Digimon said. 鈥淲hat do you want to do?鈥
Hikari hummed, shoving the two mugs and school books (she would tackle those later) to the edge of the coffee table, and spread the dress out on top so it lay completely flat. She tapped her chin with her forefinger, thinking of the infinite possibilities. The problem was, she wasn鈥檛 all that confident in her sewing abilities, so she didn鈥檛 want to try her hand at anything too complicated. A couple of stitches she could do, but how and where鈥? Her gaze fell upon the top of the dress and she pursed her lips. Without the fringe jacket she remembered Mimi wearing in the Digital World, the dress 鈥渟leeves鈥 were two thin, pink spaghetti straps. The idea pierced her musings like the break of dawn, and she smiled at Tailmon, who observed her with none of the worried apprehension that had clouded her partner鈥檚 usual shine since they returned to the human world.
鈥淗ow about ribbons for sleeves?鈥 Hikari asked. 鈥淲ith bows on either end?鈥
鈥淚 love it! Can I help?鈥
鈥淎bsolutely. I鈥檒l need you to keep the ribbon in place while I sew the ends on the fabric. I just need to pick one out first.鈥
She rifled through ribbons of varying color and widths, from glossy, pastel pinks as thick as her arm to matte, grasslike greens. She paused on one of the pinks, a dainty bubblegum shade hovering somewhere between roses and violets, but a shimmer caught on the lowering sunbeams through the window like stained glass, forcing Hikari to notice it. The culprit was still crammed in the bag, a black ribbon adorned with flecks of glittering sequins, and she twirled the strand around her fingers, mesmerized by the way light danced with it.
鈥淭his one,鈥 she said. 鈥淐ome on, let鈥檚 finish up on the bed.鈥
Hikari gathered the dress and materials she needed in her arms, and she and Tailmon skipped to her room. She sat on top of her comforter and blankets with her legs criss-crossed and the top of the dress pulled over her feet. As close to the seam as she could get, she snipped the original straps off from the dress and used them to cut two even pieces from the black ribbon. With Tailmon鈥檚 help, she sewed them to the inside of the fabric with irregular but sturdy stitches and used the leftover ribbon to tie four small bows that she would sew directly on the dress itself, in the space where the fabric and ribbon met.
Time no longer seemed to drag on like an incurable ache, and Hikari hardly heard her mother come home and start dinner by clanging pots and pans in the kitchen.
When the apartment door opened again, she heard Taichi鈥檚 recognizable stomp (meaning it was already 5:00pm), and his uneasy grumbling about whatever their mother had elected to cook. His footsteps grew louder until he stood half in the hallway and half in the bedroom, the smell of grass stains, fresh dirt, and sweat wafting from him like a strong perfume. Hikari set the needle down, and the two siblings stared at each other for several moments. He opened his mouth, the question he was about to ask dying on the tip of his tongue when he glanced down at the dress. He came to the edge of her bed and lingered without uttering a single word, fixating on the dress as Hikari resumed sewing the final bow, and just when she had summoned the courage to say something, he ruffled her hair in warm fondness and walked away.
Before his shadow vanished, he said, 鈥淵ou鈥檙e better,鈥 and Hikari鈥檚 heart swelled.
鈥淚 think it鈥檚 done,鈥 she said to Tailmon, tying off the final stitch. 鈥淲hat do you think?鈥
鈥淭ry it on,鈥 her partner urged.
Hikari wiggled her shoulders in hesitation, but Tailmon was adamant, and she finally caved in after a fit of eager giggles. She hopped off the bed and shut the door with her foot stretched behind her as she yanked off her pajamas. The dress was soft against her skin, the ribbon straps secure, but not too tight, around her shoulders, and she marveled at how they glimmered in her reflection. The black was a stark contrast to the pinks, greens, and whites, but Hikari didn鈥檛 regret her choice. It fit, somehow, her own design. She could almost conjure the faint warbles of Sora鈥檚 and Mimi鈥檚 essences tied together with hers.
She leapt gracefully across the room, her arms held out with elegant poise like a ballerina, and spun on her tiptoes in tight circles. She wondered if this was what it felt like when the Chosen released a Digimon from the influence of the Kaiser鈥檚 Dark Rings and Spirals, an unbridled freedom that sent her spirit soaring. It was an euphoria stronger than the bones of the Earth. Suddenly, she wasn鈥檛 on the ground at all, but gliding across a blue sky wider than the gnashing ocean below it, the white tipped waves unable to snatch her. She wasn鈥檛 sure what to name the sensation, but its dawning coated her skin like armor.
鈥淎re you going to wear the dress to school tomorrow?鈥 Tailmon asked, grounding Hikari out of her daydreams.
鈥淣o,鈥 she said, unable to hide the smile playing on her lips. 鈥淚 don鈥檛 need it for school. I need it for something much more important.鈥
Hikari ate dinner while wearing the dress, not oblivious to the odd glances and quirked eyebrows her parents shared when they thought she wasn鈥檛 paying attention, but she didn鈥檛 mind, eating her mother鈥檚 slightly chewy pasta as if it were a Michelin Star worthy meal. Taichi watched her intently with an amused curiosity, and although she guessed there was more he could say about the dress, he settled with telling her, 鈥淭he ribbons and bows are a nice addition.鈥
There were a myriad of emotions she longed to divulge to her brother, and perhaps he felt similarly after what Sora had told her, but Hikari knew that tonight wasn鈥檛 the time to dive into all that remained unsaid between them. Someday she would. And maybe with the others too. She didn鈥檛 think she was ready to pour herself out just yet, still couldn鈥檛 clearly see the silver lining in the distance, but that didn鈥檛 mean she never would. She retreated to her bedroom early, while the rest of her family gathered in the living room watching reruns, where Tailmon was waiting for her (and a snack, which she generously offered). Her pajamas lay bunded up in the corner, but she inched into bed with the dress on, burrowing into the mattress and tucking her blankets around her body like a cocoon. Tailmon nestled up against her pillow and into the crook of her neck.
She dug out her D-Terminal and tapped out a quick I鈥檒l see you tomorrow! message to everyone except Takeru. In her message to him, she added: I think I鈥檓 finally starting to come back. Thanks for finding me and giving me hope.
Hikari hugged herself tenderly, reminding herself that she was deserving of such coziness. Her and Tailmon鈥檚 breathing harmonized together, and within minutes of resting her head, she sailed into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.
18 notes View notes