#I uh. would've made it longer but I had the song on loop so I wouldn't get sidetracked. and I do not want to BECOME Baldr

[stresslitzia]

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Song rolled: Pigeon - Cavetown Themes: Contemplation, regret, and loneliness Character: Baldr (Kingdom Hearts) Setting: Post-DR 'Baldr kinda-Succeeded' AU Length: ~400 words

Fuzzy feeling and I miss you Why can nothing stay the same?

The quiet air around Scala felt eerie. For a town with so much life, it had seen quite its share of death recently, too. To the best of Baldr's knowledge, there were thirteen deaths over the past two weeks- though the Heart-shaped moon never appeared as he'd been told it should have. He must have made a mistake somewhere. Perhaps someone had survived, or someone hadn't counted. And now…?

Well, now he was left to face the realization of what he'd done.

The pale boy found himself near the edge of town often now- right where he and his former classmates often spent hours bantering. There were never any creatures in the area, and the locals avoided him like they feared they would be next on his list of targets. But today was different. As Baldr picked apart the sandwich he had made, tossing bits of his meal onto the cobblestone before him, a single creature finally deigned to visit. He watched the bird- a nearly solid black pigeon- pick up the discarded bread he had previously tossed.

…And so, he chose to continue his visits, if just for the feathered friend he'd made over his inability to properly eat. The weight of his deeds was still great, but he often found himself talking to this bird. He could relate, after all- being so absorbed by Darkness that others cast you aside. Needing to find another way to survive.

"They thought I was a beast," he'd once told his companion, "or a monster of some kind. But to have villains, you need a hero, right?" Of course, the bird hadn't responded to him. It was a bird. Baldr was left in silence when his companion fluttered away that day. Left to remember what he'd done in detail. The ones that stood out in his mind were those he had been so smug over. Urd, Hermod, Bragi… The pride he had felt the day he struck down Vor, Eraqus, and Xehanort was all but gone. The pride over all his classmates, really. Maybe he shouldn't have done it.

While Baldr persisted, the black pigeon had all but abandoned him. The locals of the isle he called home had all left. Perhaps it was time he did, too. But he couldn't. Not yet. And so he stayed there. He stopped returning home as the weather turned cold, ultimately deciding to just let the snowfall take him far, far away.