I don't know what to say, other than I liked it a lot.

AWAHA! I am so bad. But I just couldn't stay away for long. EVERYTIME I have logged on to check my e-mail those little alerts have been sitting there shouting 'CLICK ME.' And so I did. Because I gave in to the guilty pleasure that your writing is FOOD FOR MEH SOUL. So there. I feel satisfiedish now.

But not that matters much. :3

REVIEW TIME NAO!

It's kind of ironic. We're studying poetry in English right now and I'm poetically challenged. :D But that didn't stop me from adoring this little drabble with all of my heart.

'The stuff of heroes.' - It took me a minute to find a placement for that statement. I was thinking; Wha...? This is about the rift between Sora and Roxas! Heroes? Where?

And then my brain went buzz and I realized that /Sora/ is indeed the hero. /Roxas/ is only a fragment. The hero is Sora and Roxas... Daw! D:

The contrast you placed between the two boys was beautiful. The way you opened with Sora as the 'sunrise' gave us a lovely prelude to the rest of the drabble/poem. And now I'm utterly lost because I can't decide what to congratulate you on first.
Angie and her awesomeness are so incredibly awesome that the awesomew floods the head until it bursts. BOOM!

Off of the sunrise bit, I really liked how you used Roxas as the night and all that was related to it. It really accented the fact that, indeed, Sora is the valiant knight in our story and Roxas is just a shadow with no real purpose. While Sora can feel and live, Roxas isn't meant to exist and cannot be allowed to feel emotions, which he so sinfully tried to indulge(in the game). His portion of this drabble really seems to focus on the aftermath of Roxas's decision to find his Somebody; the part where he sees that Sora is allowed to exist and be happy while he should really just fade away.

I really really, really think that I really used really too much. Like, really.

ANYWAY! That's what I saw. This was a very touching little drabble that only proves your prowess as an authoress. Even with something so minuet as this, you can derive such EMOTION from a reader that they just want to cry. Well, I do. :)

NEVER STOP BEING AWESOME! -Eel

woah. that was deep. and so true. it was, in a way, beautiful and captivating. i like how you made it seem so much like a poem whereby the two different parts complimented each other. good job!

..woah. that was both powerful and captivating. perfection!:D

First of all, sorry it took so long to review! D: I mean, I read it before anyone had even reviewed but, then stuff happened, I got sick, blah blah blah. So, sorry if the review seems a little choppy, it’s because I’ve added stuff here and there which I hadn’t written about yesterday, when I first started to review this. Hehe.

Okay, now… IT’S ESSAY TIME!

That’s right, folks! It’s that time of the week again! Time to listen to Tasha get SERIOUS!

One thing, quickly, before I start.

I am so TOTALLY sure that I’m gonna write more than you wrote for the drabble. But, to be perfectly honest, this deserves a SQUILLION words. And a cookie.

Once again, don’t try and follow my train of thought. Just try to understand this all without getting a headache. Hard, I know. But YOU CAN DO IT! Because you have pwnsome super powerz!

I loved how this little drabble was set in the two stages of sunrise and sunset. It totally (why do I keep saying that goddamned word?!) ties in with Twilight Town, the stages of the day, etc. I thought that you chose the times of day well, perfectly personifying this, giving them two names which we all love so well. Need I say it?

Why, yes. Yes I do.

*Microphone conveniently drops onto floor at my feet*

“Ooh, look at this!”

…

“ROXAS AND SORA!”

*Smattering of applause*

*Bows for no apparent reason*

Okay, I’ve had my fun. ON WITH THE SHOW!

I’d never thought of it before, but Sora and Roxas are /exactly/ like these two times of day. Two ends of the spectrum, the same but so astonishingly different, yet still part of each other. Still one.

OKAY OKAY OKAY! I know you’ve been waiting for this and I can’t help myself. I was SO totally (this word is gonna plague me, I know it) hyper and ecstatic and… and… and… HAPPY when I read, “like a fire ignited,” and “that yearn to be melted.”

*Axel walks past*

“Oh, hey Axel. I just, y’know, read a story, which was IN NO WAY REALTED TO YOU and, guess what? Yesh, you got it! I was ABLE TO RELATE IT TO YOU!”

:D

:D (still smiling)

:D (Hokay, now this is just plain creepy)

So, I was like, /this/ time, you probably didn’t mean for it to be Axel (unlike Azure Magpies) but I was still like OHMIGOSHAXELIMISSEDYOUTHEREYOUAREYOUFOOLWHYWEREYOUHIDINGUNDERMYBED?!?!

And then I realized that no one else speaks my language. Heck, even I find it hard to understand.

Now, on to more serious business.

Blue suns? Blue moons? Love the comparison. The fact that, no, suns and moons aren’t actually blue, kiddies, but I really can imagine their eyes being like so.

I love, love, LOVE the way each line (from verses on and two) compare. When you read it a coupla times, you realize how much expertise you need to pull off something so utterly wonderful. Bravo. (*gigglesnort* ‘Bravo’! Such a funny word!)

Okay, let’s put an end to my immaturity right there, shall we?

When you described Sora as ‘bright and striking and so beautifully radiant,’ I smiled. Because, well, Sora is just too kind to be described as anything else. I mean, what you wrote was totally(!) and utterly true. No doubt about it. He is the most radiant lil’ creature you ever could want ta see. I mean, he has no faults. Seriously, NONE. As in, nada, zip, zero, naught.

…But you can’t hate him.

‘Cause who wouldn’t love some who was perfect to a fault?

Okay, now straight to the ending.

“/…he can only walk away./”

That is just SO sad. Because, in the end, we all know that Roxas can’t love. He’s the /nothing/ to Sora’s /life/ as you put it. Sora’s allowed to love. He can live. He can truly be happy.

Not so for our favourite little blonde nobody.

No, no. We are /not/ talking about Larxene, people.

That last line really made me weep. I mean, c’mon, you use such a poetic way to show us all the life Roxas leads. I don’t think that this drabble is about Sora and Roxas. No, not really. Well, not in equal amounts, anyways. I think that the first verse, Sora’s verse, is not so much /about/ him but more like a comparison to what /Roxas/ is.

Yeah, yeah, sure. This could be perceived in many different ways but I find that this is the way I most identify with. I could be completely wrong but, hey, I’m sure you don’t mind if I interpret this differently than what you originally planned.

I mean, you use Sora to display everything that Roxas is not. What he can never truly be.

“piercing cold and vast emptiness.”

Pshaw. Poor Roxas. I mean, we all want to believe that he’s real, but in the end, we all have to admit that he’s nothing more than an empty shell. D:

“shadowed and bold and so ugly with scars.”

I find this sentence very touching. It’s not describing Roxas’ aesthetic features, but his personality. Well, I think so anyway. The boy always seems so bitter, the fact that he wields the keyblade, yet doesn’t know why. It’s not like he’s great or anything, or so he would think. He’s riddled with internal scars, bearing his burden. His uncertainty. The feeling of being lost. And, I mean, those kickass Organization coats they wear are totally shadowed and bold, fashion-wise. But I’m sure that’s not what you meant. :D Hohoho. Number thirteen always seems so mysterious, most unlike Axel’s brashness, Zexion’s cold calculating personality or even Demyx’s faux-friendly nature. He’s the exact opposite of Sora. Loud, happy, simple Sora. He can’t /be/ like his other. It’s impossible. His black hood always shadows his features, making him a hard character to read. And, even in Twilight Town, (okay, I’m probably reading into this a teensy bit too much) when he hung out with his friends, he was still guarded even though he was blissfully oblivious.

Indulge me, if you will, in a little silliness.

“sweet sugar and saccharine rainbows.”

*Traipses around with a basket of flowers, throwing petals into the air, smiling so sweetly that, frankly, it’s disgusting*

Love this line. It’s like, heavy, poetic stuff, more heavy poetic stuff and then, hello, what are you?

/LIGHT/ poetic stuff! :D

Hohoho… Green Giant.

(You don’t need to understand any of that.)

I think I’ll finish there. You probably don’t want to listen to me go on anymore, right?

Just, great job, as per usual.

-Tasha

(My life-sized Axel and Roxas are in the post! *squeals with perverted glee*)

Sad :(
Love the way you mirrored them. So, so true. They ARE complete opposites.

That was short, but captivating. Not many pieces like this one are fully understandable, but just paining a vague picture of what is happening. However, yours is a clear outline of what they are, how different they are. You made it obvious that they are complete opposites, you drew a clear line between the character of a noody and a somebody. I adore you with all my heart and soul. And this comes from the bottom of my feet. (was it something like that?)

OMG! i luv it even though its short! its so perfect! the way you described them really painted an image that seems to fit them.

Keep up with the good writing! XDXDXDXDXDXDXD

wow~! this was so cool~ poor Roxas~ i love all the description even though it was so short >w