Kingdom Hearts fic: Fractured Moments - Day 17 - "Ornament"
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museficSummary: Kairi has always liked to make jewelry.
[Another fluffy one. Set somewhere after "Snow," and before "Bait." Kairi makes three new Wayfinders.]
Kairi made bracelets and charms when she was a child. Woven bracelets with glass beads and seashells, given as gifts and traded around at the end of the school year.
At the start of one summer, she read a book of local legends. It devoted a lot of space to talking about the legend of the Paopu fruit, and how it could tie destinies together, creating an unbreakable bond between people who shared it. The fruit was a traditional component to wedding celebrations on the Destiny Islands, though it wasn’t solely considered a romantic legend, and any sufficiently strong bond could (allegedly) be formalized by sharing the fruit. Of course Kairi had heard about that particular story before: there was a Paopu tree on the play island, and Selphie had been all but obsessed with the story for quite a while.
But in the same book, there was a chapter about Wayfinder charms. These were charms made of shells stitched together into a star shape, generally with some sort of symbolic token in the middle. They were most famously created for sailors going on long journeys, as a token from their loved ones left on the Islands. Supposedly they carried a promise similar to the Paopu fruit, guaranteeing the recipient and the person who made it would be reunited, meaning the Wayfinder would convey protection to the sailor, and ensure that they returned home safely.
Would it work even if the maker of the charm went with? Because all three of them were going to build a raft and sail away. A Wayfinder would be a perfect charm to take with them. Kairi started to scour the beach for Thalassa shells, needing to find ones that were perfectly intact and even in size to make her charm.
Spending a long, golden sunset on the beach, sifting through the sand as the waves rolled in, searching for the most perfect Thalassa shells… It all certainly gave Kairi a sense of deja vu.
Theoretically, the pressure was greater, now, but… no, scratch that. It had always felt like the highest of stakes. She’d done all right the first time; Sora had come back, after all.
Now she needed 15 shells, maybe a couple extra, just to be safe. Sometimes a shell looked perfect, but when you went to weave them into place, they cracked.
Another one was carried close by the movement of the waves, and she held it under the water to rinse it free of sand. Perfect. 8 down, at least 7 more to go.
Kairi decided to do the gifting in private. It wasn’t like any of it was really a surprise: Riku had been the one to tentatively ask if they could all share a Paopu; Kairi had decided that when she was officially coronated, both Riku and Sora would officially be her consorts; and Sora had sort-of accidentally (and then very seriously) proposed to them both.
Plus they had to be suspicious that she was planning on doing something, when she asked if she could borrow their keys. It was a set of three that they each had one of: originally a set of three impossible rings, and a separate set of three golden keys, now melded into Sora’s gold key that shone like the sun, Riku’s silver key that glowed like the moon, and Kairi’s that glittered like starlight. Those three keys had brought them together before.
She handed each of the newly made Wayfinders to her fiancés. Sora’s was crimson and gold cord woven together, the Thalassa shells forming a perfect star around his golden key. Riku’s was black and silver, the centerpiece his silver key. Both had cords long enough to be worn as necklaces, or could be made shorter if they’d rather keep them in a pocket or attach them some other way.
Sora, always the most expressive, jumped forward and pulled her into a hug that crushed the air out of her lungs. Riku held his Wayfinder to his heart, before looping it over his head. When Sora let go, Riku pulled her into a gentler, but still firm hug.
“They’re beautiful. Thank you,” he murmured half into her hair.
“I have one too,” she said as Riku stepped back.
Hers was of course centered on her star-bright key, especially appropriate in the star-shaped charm, and the cord weaving the shells together was mixed pink and purple.
“No matter what journeys we face ahead, we’ll always come back to each other,” she said.
“Always,” Riku agreed.
“Never a question,” Sora said, holding his up. “We always have before.”
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[Another fluffy one. Set somewhere after "Snow," and before "Bait." Kairi makes three new Wayfinders.]
Kairi made bracelets and charms when she was a child. Woven bracelets with glass beads and seashells, given as gifts and traded around at the end of the school year.
At the start of one summer, she read a book of local legends. It devoted a lot of space to talking about the legend of the Paopu fruit, and how it could tie destinies together, creating an unbreakable bond between people who shared it. The fruit was a traditional component to wedding celebrations on the Destiny Islands, though it wasn’t solely considered a romantic legend, and any sufficiently strong bond could (allegedly) be formalized by sharing the fruit. Of course Kairi had heard about that particular story before: there was a Paopu tree on the play island, and Selphie had been all but obsessed with the story for quite a while.
But in the same book, there was a chapter about Wayfinder charms. These were charms made of shells stitched together into a star shape, generally with some sort of symbolic token in the middle. They were most famously created for sailors going on long journeys, as a token from their loved ones left on the Islands. Supposedly they carried a promise similar to the Paopu fruit, guaranteeing the recipient and the person who made it would be reunited, meaning the Wayfinder would convey protection to the sailor, and ensure that they returned home safely.
Would it work even if the maker of the charm went with? Because all three of them were going to build a raft and sail away. A Wayfinder would be a perfect charm to take with them. Kairi started to scour the beach for Thalassa shells, needing to find ones that were perfectly intact and even in size to make her charm.
Spending a long, golden sunset on the beach, sifting through the sand as the waves rolled in, searching for the most perfect Thalassa shells… It all certainly gave Kairi a sense of deja vu.
Theoretically, the pressure was greater, now, but… no, scratch that. It had always felt like the highest of stakes. She’d done all right the first time; Sora had come back, after all.
Now she needed 15 shells, maybe a couple extra, just to be safe. Sometimes a shell looked perfect, but when you went to weave them into place, they cracked.
Another one was carried close by the movement of the waves, and she held it under the water to rinse it free of sand. Perfect. 8 down, at least 7 more to go.
Kairi decided to do the gifting in private. It wasn’t like any of it was really a surprise: Riku had been the one to tentatively ask if they could all share a Paopu; Kairi had decided that when she was officially coronated, both Riku and Sora would officially be her consorts; and Sora had sort-of accidentally (and then very seriously) proposed to them both.
Plus they had to be suspicious that she was planning on doing something, when she asked if she could borrow their keys. It was a set of three that they each had one of: originally a set of three impossible rings, and a separate set of three golden keys, now melded into Sora’s gold key that shone like the sun, Riku’s silver key that glowed like the moon, and Kairi’s that glittered like starlight. Those three keys had brought them together before.
She handed each of the newly made Wayfinders to her fiancés. Sora’s was crimson and gold cord woven together, the Thalassa shells forming a perfect star around his golden key. Riku’s was black and silver, the centerpiece his silver key. Both had cords long enough to be worn as necklaces, or could be made shorter if they’d rather keep them in a pocket or attach them some other way.
Sora, always the most expressive, jumped forward and pulled her into a hug that crushed the air out of her lungs. Riku held his Wayfinder to his heart, before looping it over his head. When Sora let go, Riku pulled her into a gentler, but still firm hug.
“They’re beautiful. Thank you,” he murmured half into her hair.
“I have one too,” she said as Riku stepped back.
Hers was of course centered on her star-bright key, especially appropriate in the star-shaped charm, and the cord weaving the shells together was mixed pink and purple.
“No matter what journeys we face ahead, we’ll always come back to each other,” she said.
“Always,” Riku agreed.
“Never a question,” Sora said, holding his up. “We always have before.”
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