Sora is something else when he’s behind the wheel of a car because he is either at one end of the emotional extreme or the other.
He is the kind of driver who makes sure to thank other drivers on the road for their consideration. If someone lets him switch lanes and get in front of them, he sticks his hand up and waves to them. He also mutters, “Thank you,” even though there’s absolutely no way for the other driver to hear or even see his lips forming the words aw hon
He is also the kind of driver who shows off a very… colorful… vocabulary when he’s dealing with bad drivers. He never drives aggressively– especially not behind the wheel of someone else’s car! But he swears up a storm that even makes Gladio a little uncomfortable. (Don’t tell them to put a rusty tire iron there, Sora…)
While we’re on the subject of Sora in the car, he sits between Noct and Gladio in the backseat
With Sora in the party, Ignis now has TWO stubborn and sleepy boys to drag out of bed each morning
Sora’s Keyblade ex Machina becomes a Thing
No more having to worry about accidentally locking the keys in the car because there’s a boy in the party with the universe’s biggest and dumbest-looking master key
Noctis politely accepting the dungeon key from Ezma even though there is absolutely no need for it with Sora “Yes-by-it-works-on-any-lock-I-MEAN-it-works-on-any-lock.”
Yes this results in the boys facing off against a monster they are nowhere near equipped to handle
Yes Gladio has to drag Sora’s and Prompto’s unconscious bodies all the way back up to the dungeon’s entrance
Yes they go back for revenge once they’ve collectively toughened up
Imagine Sora getting captured by Niffs only to create increasing frustration in their ranks because they literally cannot keep this kid locked in a room
Sora looks forward to getting to meet Lunafreya! :D
Noctis gets frustrated that he can’t talk to Luna more often. Sora suggests he write her a message, stick it in a bottle, and cast it out to sea.
He’s only half joking
Sora getting! So excited! When Noct assures him that of course he can come to the wedding! Sora’s never been to a wedding before! :D :D :D
As their friendship grows stronger, Noct decides to make Sora one of his groomsmen!!!!!
Imagine the bachelor party omfg
Real talk: SORA WOULD CRY AT A WEDDING. HE LOVES TO SEE PEOPLE HAPPY AND IN LOVE!!!!!
The chocobros fearing Sora’s power more than ever when they realize that his hair naturally stands up like that. No hair gel necessary. His hair is just Too Powerful
Prompto is so jealous
Sora sometimes gets really quiet when they’re on the beach at Galdin Quay or Cape Caeum. He sort of spaces out. Just stares out at the horizon with the waves lapping up around his ankles.
Angst under the cut. :O
The Return of the Angst Corner:
In the first year of the long night, Sora tries a number of methods to get in touch with his friends
He tries to summon old friends and encourage them to let Donald, Goofy, etc. know that he’s okay– just stranded in Eos. Genie, Mushu, Peter Pan, all of them. The only way they’ll be able to send the message is if they visit their home worlds, though– not a very good chance of that happening. Still, it’s worth a shot.
He sends a message in a bottle every time he’s near the ocean. He is nearly killed in the waters of Galdin Quay by a Ronin during one of these attempts. He’d been too caught up in making sure the waves carried off the bottle. Careless.
Eventually… he gives up.
It’s worth noting that even when things are at their bleakest, Sora doesn’t lose his kindness or optimism. He is gentle and patient with wary survivors and is usually the one who convinces people hesitant to leave their homes behind to seek refuge in Lestallum.
It’s easy to forget how horrible things are when you’re sitting by the fire with Sora, whose smiles and laughter are infectious. He’s such a good storyteller– great at getting your mind off of the actual apocalypse happening in the world beyond
This boy is Great With Kids
He knows Noctis will come back, and they’ll bring back the light
It’s only a matter of time
Sora takes shifts with other hunters to stand watch at the city limits of Lestallum
Whenever a daemon gets too close, he is usually the first to reach them– he launches himself off, sometimes boosted by magic, and usually takes it down before it sees him coming
Sora isn’t quite sure of the exact moment he was infected with the Starscourge
But if he had to guess
While on a supply run with Prompto, he is ambushed by a gargoyle that manages to latch onto his left arm… with its teeth
Prompto’s killed the thing before Sora has a chance to scream– puts a bullet in its head.
Its head explodes. Sora’s covered in its blood– it’s on his face, in his hair, in his mouth… and it’s all over his left arm, too
Sora remembers reading up on the Starscourge a little bit after hearing Luna talking about it on the radio once… something about “photophilic organisms” infecting a host and leeching off of them like a parasite until
It really could have been something else. Maybe the world’s darkness was just finally getting to Sora. Maybe Ardyn did something to him. Or maybe he was infected by daemon’s blood in an open wound.
Don’t tell Prompto.
Sora keeps it a secret at first. The thin black tendrils curling beneath the skin of the underside of his left forearm are easy enough to hide with sleeves.
It takes a couple of weeks before it starts to hurt
It’s a throbbing, pulsating pain. It matches his heartbeat a little too well.
The marks spread quickly. More quickly than Sora remembers reading it did. Why is it spreading so damned fast?!
Sora is doing inventory in the stockroom with Nayvth when he experiences an intense palpitation that takes his breath away. He gets so dizzy that he slips off of a ladder while counting the ethers
He’s too woozy to stop a couple of well-meaning bystanders from carrying him to the infirmary– the town had fashioned the restaurant by the kebab stand into one during the long night
He’s able to pull himself together enough to fight off the nurse who tries to examine him. He’s fine. Just tired. Just hungry.
He lies to the nurse, but he decides he can’t lie to his friends. He decides this after checking in the mirror to find that the infection has spread up his arm, across his shoulder, towards his heart.
Once everyone knows, they are determined to find a cure
Ignis, having had nine years to grow accustomed to his blindness, being met with frustration he hasn’t felt in years when he realizes that most of the relevant books in Lestallum’s local library are not in braille
Prompto staying up late with Ignis, reading passages to him about the Starscourge, the Oracles’ effort through generations to contain it, and beyond
The infection spreads to Sora’s neck, and now he’s stuck wearing turtlenecks and carefully-pinned scarves to hide it.
He is absolutely not a turtleneck guy. It’s so constricting and uncomfortable at first! He can’t stand it.
The Scourge spreads to his face
It spreads to his left eye
The people of Lestallum don’t need to worry about isolating Sora. He isolates himself.
People who’d once heralded Sora a hero, cooked him meals, played checkers with him– they’re too afraid to come close
Sora gets it. He really does. Nothing is known about the disease. How infectious is it? Is it transmittable in the air? Will they get the Scourge too if Sora sneezes too close to them?
Sora doesn’t know. But he wears gloves when he’s around Ignis, Gladio, Prompto, and the handful of others who refuse to let his condition stop them from being at his side
It takes a while before the disease begins to affect his mind
Lapses in his memory. He’d come back to his senses and have no idea how he got to wherever he is
He gets irritable. Very.
He lashes out at the slightest provocation. With Gladio especially
He gets downright scary in battle at times.
He keeps hacking away at a Salpinx’s body even though it’s already dead. He’ll never forget the look on Prompto’s face when he finally regains himself
He has a violent coughing fit one night. He pulls his hand away, and there’s black ooze in his palm
He still accepts hunts and stands watch and takes care of daemons that get too close to the city
He takes on the biggest fucking Snaga he’s ever seen in his life and is overwhelmed
It kicks his ass
He would have for sure died if not for Ardyn
His brain screams at him to stay awake, to get up, to finally get back at this piece of shit for everything he’s done to Noctis, to Prompto, to all of his friends– but he’s in too much pain and he’s short of breath and his heart is fluttering and stuttering and everything hurts. He passes out.
He wakes up at camp with Ardyn. Ardyn’s cooking something for them to eat.
Ardyn tells him about his past life– how he’d not only been a Lucian king, but also a healer. He can’t cure the Starscourge. Those powers were lost to him long ago. But he can treat it.
Sora has no way of knowing if this is true or not.
But based on what Ardyn said, it sounds like Ardyn treated the Scourge by drawing it out of the host– and absorbing it himself
Does that mean healing Sora will make Ardyn stronger?
No way he can risk that. This freak is powerful enough already. He’d rather die than make it harder for his friends to save the world.
Ardyn doesn’t give him a choice
After Ardyn draws out most of the Scourge, he’s gone
Sora finds a map that helps him get back to Lestallum. It’s not far.
He does feel a lot better. He didn’t realize what an effort breathing had been for him lately until now– it’s so much easier. The air tastes so much cleaner.
He doesn’t know how much time he has left, now that Ardyn’s interfered with the hands of the clock. He just has to hope that Noctis gets back soon. Because he wants to be there when they finally take Ardyn down.
Ardyn found Sora again one day. Dark tendrils flitted across his skin and he hissed as he felt something stirring.
“Well, well. Alone again?” Ardyn said as he walked forward. "You really seem to be holding out. Tell you want, give me the star scourge and you have more time.“
Adryn reached forward, and Darkness encased Sora. Adryn frowned slightly. He wasn’t too late… it wasn’t… wait. What happened?
As Ardyn watched the Darkness formed around Sora. His hair turned pitch plack and he wore something like a muscley bodysuit with a feathered skirt. Sora turned, and Adryn saw his pupils were yellow.
“Did you get taken over?” He asked, then scrambled backward as Sora reached out to grab at his throat.
“I am Vanitas. One of those encased in Sora’s heart. We have decided that I am the one who is going to talk to you right now.” Sora, Vanitas, said. As Ardyn watched, Dark tendrils formed from him and turned into small creatures. Vanitas made a movement like Sora summoning his keyblade but it was much different then Sora’s.
“One?” Ardyn asked. Vanitas grinned a slash smile.
“Yes, Sora has at least four people in there, including me. And of all of us, I have the least to lose. And I have the Unversed.” Vanitas strode forward again, the darkness turned into larger figures. With large red eyes and an insignia on their chest. "So listen to me, before I skewer you and remove your heart.“
“You can’t do that.” Ardyn argued. Vanitas chuckled.
“I can, and I have. Just ask Ven. But I know I’m not the one to beat you permanently. Which is the only reason you are still in that form.” Vanitas stopped, and the darkness formed into one tall figure, it looked humanoid and carried a hammer and a cage. "Stop taking the scourge from Sora.“
“You want him to die?” Ardyn laughed. "You are willing to let him die for what reason?“
"My existence is tied to Ven, not Sora you idiot. Ven’s in Sora’s heart for now so I am too. I don’t care if he lives or dies. I care to get off of this planet so I can go choke the life out of Ven’s comatose body. And maybe kick the crap out of Xehanort. And I can’t do that if Ven’s heart is imprisoned here.” Vanitas rested his keyblade over where Ardyn’s heart should be. Darkness broke from the ground and surrounded him in an egg like shape. "Leave Sora alone, or I turn you into an unversed. Got it?“
And then Vanitas, and Sora’s body, vanished.
"Thank you.” A whispy Sora said in his own heart. Vanitas was retreating and Sora was taking over. "I-“
"You got this.” Roxas said. "You promised me you’d get my body back. And since when do you give up on promises?“ He gave a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
When Sora came to, he was crying and surrounded by the Flood unversed. Before he could pull out his keyblade, they looked at him in concern, then vanished.