[ When Roxas woke, he had no idea where he was or how much time had passed. The last thing he remembers is defending himself from someone who had managed to catch him off guard and then?
Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
At first, it's difficult to wake, his eyes feeling heavy and as if they wanted nothing more than to close right away again. At the same time, he feels an almost invisible pull of sorts and it's after a few moments of feeling that pull that he finally opens his eyes.
The sky is the first thing he sees, a watercolor of sunsets and birds flying overhead as a gentle breeze caresses his cheek. At first glance, it seems to be darkening and he wonders somewhere just what time it is.
It's the actual getting up part that is the most difficult for him and when he tries to initially, he collapses back against the ground, pain searing through his body and making him unable to move much. He glances to his side and can feel that there are bruises beneath his tattered cloak and he wonders just where else he might have some. His face is covered in cuts and dirt, his cloak torn here and there at the back and as he lifts a hand to his face, he can feel what he assumes is dry blood on his forehead and he blinks as he tries to recall what happened.
He recognizes where he is after a moment and with more trial and error, he finally managed to push himself up, though not without wincing as he does.
It takes him awhile to make it back towards the Organization, his steps slow and heavy, hand clutching at his side and his vision goes in and out at times with how tired he still manages to feel. For all he knows, he's been asleep for a week; it feels like it at least.
He has to stop once he makes it in view and he leans against the wall of a building, breathing heavy for a moment until he pushes himself up and continues with his slow movements. It's not that far now and he's sure if he keeps going without having to stop or stumble that he'll make it there. Already he can see rooftops and so he can't be that far now.
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Date: 2016-10-19 05:39 am (UTC)Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
At first, it's difficult to wake, his eyes feeling heavy and as if they wanted nothing more than to close right away again. At the same time, he feels an almost invisible pull of sorts and it's after a few moments of feeling that pull that he finally opens his eyes.
The sky is the first thing he sees, a watercolor of sunsets and birds flying overhead as a gentle breeze caresses his cheek. At first glance, it seems to be darkening and he wonders somewhere just what time it is.
It's the actual getting up part that is the most difficult for him and when he tries to initially, he collapses back against the ground, pain searing through his body and making him unable to move much. He glances to his side and can feel that there are bruises beneath his tattered cloak and he wonders just where else he might have some. His face is covered in cuts and dirt, his cloak torn here and there at the back and as he lifts a hand to his face, he can feel what he assumes is dry blood on his forehead and he blinks as he tries to recall what happened.
He recognizes where he is after a moment and with more trial and error, he finally managed to push himself up, though not without wincing as he does.
It takes him awhile to make it back towards the Organization, his steps slow and heavy, hand clutching at his side and his vision goes in and out at times with how tired he still manages to feel. For all he knows, he's been asleep for a week; it feels like it at least.
He has to stop once he makes it in view and he leans against the wall of a building, breathing heavy for a moment until he pushes himself up and continues with his slow movements. It's not that far now and he's sure if he keeps going without having to stop or stumble that he'll make it there. Already he can see rooftops and so he can't be that far now.
He can't be. ]